Porcupine Ridge strange perfections in any stranger

our ranks are actually full! sorry! trespassers are dealt with accordingly here in the strange world of the porcupines

Wide awake and looking for action, Jhala had spent all day patrolling the borders and occasionally practicing moves against bendy baby trees and bushes... She'd torn out quite a few of them in her bored attempts of practice and was growing quite bored. She wasn't sure where her energy came from but here it was, and the borders were empty. Go fuckin figure.

But then, oh sweet mother of god could it be? No wolves at the border but in their territory lie a male, a trespasser. (HELLS YES) She chuffed at the ignorance of this lone wolf, and began after the trail of the wolf, her amber eyes narrowed but body held higher, ready to intervene him and send him packing. She soon found him and let out a loud growl, her posture high and dominant over the moronic trespasser. 

"You are currently in the territory of Porcupine Ridge," she growled, rounding on him to stop him in his tracks. "Why have you trespassed?" she stared at him directly, curious if he'd make eye contact. She was not the alpha, or the beta, or really any wolf of high rank- but this did not mean she'd allow strangers to roam inside their borders. He was not welcomed, and she made sure he could tell.