Porcupine Ridge strange perfections in any stranger

I am assuming Jhala followed; if not let me know and I'll edit!

He snapped and snarled at the heels of the trespasser until the lone male's paws reached the borders and fled across them. Behind them, in the torn and scattered snow, a trail of flecked blood; the evidence of the black wolf's wrath, of his utter intolerance for trespassers. He snorted derisively, his tail flicking side to side with annoyance. But his work was not yet done; without so much as a glance back, his gray eyes staring intensely ahead, he summoned the Delta to him.

"Jhala."