Porcupine Ridge keep it in your pants, son

The day was promising – Capri wished to pull some of the larger and more confident members of the Ridge to sweep along the still unmarked borders of the Thunderdome and remind the she-wolf of her words – packs in such a vicinity were not ideal, and while she agreed with Taggarik and did not wish for war, she also would not allow another to set up shop upon their doorstep. It would only hinder both packs.
 
She was usually upon the borders, and this day was no different. Her pale eyes fell upon Taggarik, and her pace quickened, eager to discuss matters with him. The wind had been downward of her nostrils, however, and hid their visitor from her sight until she was closer. Her gaze swept over them both curiously – Taggarik, placing himself before the female, intercepting her at the borders. Another potential joiner? Likely a collection for his growing harem, she mused darkly to herself, her pace quickening. The Ridge was full however – the stranger had better bring forward something impressive for them to feed yet another mouth.
 
Gaining upon them, Capri’s ajws opened to offer a greeting, her form lifting to its natural height of dominance. She had solidified her role thus far, and held no intentions of relinquishing the title until Taggarik found a mate – and then she heard the woman’s harsher tones.
 
Mated. Both of them. She did not falter upon her stance, but something within her heart cringed. Coolly, she took them both in, her tail arcing higher over her back now as she wasted no time. “And who is this, Tagg?”

She held no hold over him, but it did not mean the thought had not crossed her mind. Had there ever been a time where she had felt like a woman scorned, it was now, and her features became stonier with each passing second, waiting for the explanation -- that her co-leader had picked someone from outside of their ranks and brought her home.