Porcupine Ridge keep it in your pants, son

The words did not cut the unemotional Saghani, who was only hurt by her own stupidity and her own desires. Well, what was done was done. And there was only one thing to change this. The black she wolf was a strong woman who would stand by what she had done. You must take him from me, Saghani responded, Words are nothing. We have claimed one another. They had done it again and again, solidifying the bond. Saghani grit her teeth as others stepped in the way, snorting disdainfully at them. Men. Far simpler than she thought. This was not their battle. Hell, it was not even Taggarik's any longer. He had already acted. He had lay with her, and in their scent, there was no denying it. 

And it would be her that looked the fool for it, for his decision. Her whose name would be besmirched by his misdeed, by his indiscretion. He who would be forgiven at the end, while she walked away with her tail between her legs, surely beaten. This was no battle she wanted to win, however. Every second near him made her resentment grow. She stepped aside as Taggarik bid her to go. 

I must do this, she growled to him, Do you think I seek her blood in this? Rank challenges were never bloody things. I do not. Only the end of this, which she could not admit aloud. There was a part of her that truly wished to fight. Wished to be by his side to give him hell for the rest of his days. But she thought of another that she had run from... and felt that she should not live her life in bitterness. 

Saghani looked to Capriccio again. There was no decision to make. If others fought Capriccio's battle, it would change nothing. Saghani wanted to appeal to the other, woman to woman, but more than that she wanted to wash her hands of this, of him. This was the way she had been taught, this was the way all knew.