Porcupine Ridge welcome to the neighborhood

The tension from his alpha female was palpable; her ice as real and as cold as the snow beneath his paws. Yet there was an air about her that could not be denied, and that caused his lips to twitch into a subtle, brief smile: she was confident and dominant, and she owned her position. It was hers, and none would take it from her anytime soon. Hours ago he would have wished his time back to correct his error, but now, looking at her, he was no longer sure if he would accept it if he was offered it.

Capriccio had nothing to say, but Jhala did, and he granted her permission to speak with a dip of his muzzle. Her concerns were not unfounded, but were more alarmist than he liked. "Our ridge holds resident populations of moose, sheep and goat," he reassured. "Not to mention all the small game: the hare, the marmot, the ptarmigan.... I chose it in part for the wealth of food it has." His tail flicked. "We will not go hungry. But, I am curious, what is this solution of yours?"

Perhaps it was not required now, but later? Who was to say?