Porcupine Ridge For a mother, a brother and me

M for language.

Taggarik called for them – his howl urgent, and Capri, despite her mood toward him these days, felt her heart flicker with concern. Her slender limbs propelled her forward in fast-pace, her ears flattened to her skull as her gaze locked upon the interlude before them. She instantly felt rage at the sight of the neighboring wolves so close toward their borders – borders they had placed first, and another surge of annoyance at Taggarik, for allowing it to become so. The Ridge wolves could have chased the pack out when they were but beginning, but she held no doubt they had strengthened in numbers now.
 
Her eyes flashed dangerously as a dark male aimed for Taggarik, and her own vicious snarl bubbled from her jaws as she drew up beside her co-Alpha. Asterr – the she-wolf who had lied to her – tried to call her dog off, but the damage had been done, the wolf’s movement coming forward as he made to move against Taggarik, and Capri’s own posture, albeit smaller than the large male, moved closer to Taggarik, her muzzle coiling to protect her nape, her hackles bristling. “Stand the fuck down,” she snarled, not once faltering as her pale eyes drifted over the male – the Ridge had five adult wolves right now, while they had only two and a pup – Capri would not hesitate to start what she believed should have been done the moment the pack had begun to settle upon their doorstep.