Porcupine Ridge strange perfections in any stranger

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He was hit recollection as soon as he caught the scent; it was masculine, foreign to him, and yet there was something familiar, just a hint. He did not pause to consider it, he spun on his heels and lengthened his strides into a gallop. It was during his run that he realized what he recognized in that scent; the black female. His face contorted into a snarl - as if he was not mad enough that there was another trespasser on his land. This trespasser had ties to someone that had caused him enough trouble. Taggarik was livid.

He spotted them soon enough; the male and Jhala. She seemed to speaking to him, but the black wolf did not care. He came barelling down like a runaway freight train, roaring his rage, and he did not stop. His ears were pinned forward, his tail stiff and erect. Spittle clung to his bared fangs.

"Out!" He snarled as he bore down on them. "GET OUT!" And those would be his only words, as he set his focus on piercing the male's hide with his fangs. He would run this trespasser out, or kill him.