Porcupine Ridge strange perfections in any stranger

It was not a heavy chase, the loner skirted straight to the border (like he should've to begin with, the dumbass) and the two Porcupines followed behind with teeth bared, the alpha in the lead. He had gotten a few contact bites on him, but it was not enough, and Jhala could tell that Tagg wanted more.

The black king stopped, and his humble servant skidded not too far behind him. When he called her she moved forward. "Sir?" she breathed obediently, her ears angling forward as she looked after the trail of blood that the male was leaving.