Porcupine Ridge For a mother, a brother and me

In all of this he had been reasonable and fair, and his present solution was nothing short of generous. In exchange for his continued to tolerance, he demanded she move her borders back to create a comfortable buffer between the two packs. She would have given up nothing but a small, negligible tract of land; but once more she proved that she was was not worth his respect, nor his time or his effort to approach this situation with reason. In the face of war, in the certainty that her and her packmates could be rendered to corpses as they stood here, severely outnumbered and outclassed, she had the audacity to refuse him. Enough was enough. He saw only one solution now.

"You stupid child," he spat. He signalled his pack with a stiff lash of his tail.

Attack!

Taggarik thundered forward with a deafening snarl, bristling madly and the epitome of unbridled power and aggression. He targeted the foolish she wolf herself, who was mere inches from him to begin with, and likely to be caught off guard by the suddenness and ferocity of his strike. He had but one, unspoken offer left for her and her pack: beg for their lives under the gnashing of his teeth and the fangs of his followers, and be chased out, bruised, bashed and bleeding, from the land they so misguidedly claimed.

Or die.

Important! to avoid this thread becoming too much chaos and confusion, please no more joiners from either pack!