Porcupine Ridge moose notepad and jeep pen

Taggarik’s reaction was far more logical than Capri’s, and she refrained from allowing a huff of irritation sweep past her jaws. Her desire to forcefully remind their new neighbors of their pack numbers should they not change their mind very much resembled a veiled threat – and her ebony counterpart was quick to press a more peaceful route.
 
He was not wrong, though – the female had seemed decent enough, though clearly snake-like in the way she had pretended to take Capri’s words to heart.
 
He admitted his anger, and she felt a small tug of agreement upon her breast, her eyes drifting upward to study him quietly. “As am I. They threaten our resources, Tagg. Our paths along the mountain. Everything.” She gave a shake of her muzzle then, a gentle scowl creasing her brows.