Porcupine Ridge keep it in your pants, son

Her expression only continued to storm over – the breaking of the thunder apparent with the flash of lightning in her eyes as she practically glared daggers at Taggarik as he continued to talk.
 
He went off and had a one night stand. And then, she followed him home. And he only thought to question it when they were at the pack borders.
 
She seethed quietly for a few moments, her frosted eyes drifting back to the two, and she felt her own heart throb at the other girl’s expectations of what he had done – she considered them mated because of his foolish actions, and Capri could not blame her – the term ‘casual sex’ was not something she was overly familiar with, either.
 
She only noted then that Farstep was close to her side, and she inhaled sharply, attempting to calm the waves of anger that practically rolled from her. Terich-mir, too, given his voice that echoed across the winter-y landscape.
 
She would have told Tagg to clean up after himself, but it was then that the swarthy stranger turned her attention to Capri, and arching her brows higher, she regarded the audacity the woman had to challenge her. Not wishing to leave the scenario with the possibility of Taggarik accepting the she-wolf, and her believing Capri had relented, she remained firm, her own form lifting and her fangs flashing in a warning to their visitor. “Leave. Now. It’s been made very apparent you are not welcome here.”
 
And if the girl continued to try – well, Capri would rise to her challenge.. except the difference was that the silver-tipped woman had a pack to rely upon no matter the damages done – where areas this wolf was no more than a loner expending her energy. Taking a step forward, her body stiff, the regal made to instill her movement as a final warning.