Porcupine Ridge keep it in your pants, son

The entire situation had aggravated her to a point of confusion. The stranger relented instantly, claiming Taggarik as ‘hers’, and she had to refrain a spitting reply that the man was not something to be owned. Her own pride had been affronted, and her own heart chewed upon. The stranger turned tail, and Capri had half a mind to give chase after her – to take the tail that was not tucked beneath her hindquarters as it should have been and indeed give it a tug of reminder.
 
Yet the she-wolf remained where she was, knowing that the true insult was within the stranger’s heart and what Taggarik had done to her. How he had used her, and how he had not met her expectations. Farstep bolted after her, and Terich-mir turned away.
 
Capri was not yet done – her muscles remained coiled with tension, and turning, her snarl was unleashed upon Taggarik now, her teeth flashing as she made to snap at him and his foolishness. She did not strike to meet flesh but to reiterate just how pissed off she was, and with a low growl, the Roux-Abrhen slunk away from the Alpha male, her posture stiff, her hackles bristled and her unwavering trust in him from before now dissolved.