Porcupine Ridge keep it in your pants, son

Terich heard the words that passed between the wolves and understood their meaning. Taggarik had, it seemed, dallied, and now the woman he had bedded thought herself the new alpha female. His fur bristled at the thought, not only for Tagg's sake, but for Capriccio's. The words had not been spoken aloud, but they need not be; she felt at home on top, and did not want to submit to any woman save the one Taggarik chose for himself. And this, however unfortunate, was not the way she had envisioned it going.

He didn't move to intervene, however; he remained a few yards away and simply observed. This was not his fight. As far as Terich was concerned, Taggarik could clean up his own mess and leave Capri and the others out of it. Whatever he had thought would come of his one night of passion had backfired, and the shame of this would not leave his memory any time soon.