Porcupine Ridge strange perfections in any stranger

yikes. jhala u should move

He responded in a way that made it seem like he thought she was lying. Her hackles rose, a growl arose in her throat. "I said, she is not here. There are no wolves among our ranks that-" she was cut off. First by the scent of her alpha and then by his bloodcurdling screech of anger. She ducked, not wanting to be in the way when Tagg made contact with anything nearby. If she was the first thing there he'd bowl her over on his way; she could tell. 

She was out of the way and Taggarik could now do whatever he wanted to the male. She let out a low bark to show she was ready to spring if he needed her assistance... something told her he wouldn't, and he wanted this battle to himself. She could live with that, no reason for extra bloodshed, she supposed. Her eyes narrowed and she lowered herself slightly in his presence, but remained on guard and ready to tear the living shit out of the trespasser.