Porcupine Ridge welcome to the neighborhood

The howl from the wolves on the flashing peak drew unease to the forefront for Farstep, who lifted his head and lost focus on his hunt. His target, a young and spry snowshoe hare, took the opportunity to make itself scarce. The male pulled a face, and was about to head to the weak spot that was their adjoining borders when Taggarik's deep, throaty call rose in response to their unwelcome neighbours. The wolf's tail eased into a gentle wave and he lifted his snout to call out as well, a wordless warble of warning.

His paws moved automatically, for although he did not comprehend that Taggarik was summoning him, it was only natural to join his fellows in these moments. The calls of their comrades rang out and Farstep howled again, joining the growing din above Porcupine Ridge. He arrived promptly before Taggarik and Capriccio, and watched as the others filed in as well.

It was a cruel joke, a pack meeting. Farstep didn't know what they were saying, but understood from body language there was both unrest and tolerance among them. Taggarik, in particular, appeared mostly unfazed by the wolves of the mountain. He allowed himself to relax as well, following the example set by his leader, but there was still the slightest touch of tension upon his brow. He didn't need instructions to know how to handle their adjoining borders—the man knew they would need to be most heavily marked to remind their neighbours where their land ended and where the ridge's territory began—but the rest of what was said went over his head in a cacophany of growls, yips and grunts.