Porcupine Ridge For a mother, a brother and me

Capri quietly seethed beside Taggarik. Her gaze was riveted upon the slender woman – and Taggarik’s demand was heard with skepticism – he stood before them, upon a brink of battle, and made a demand the other pack move their lines back. They shouldn’t have been ther ein the first place, and the Ridge wolves never should have allowed it to happen.
 
The pale wolf was dismissed as unimportant as he called out to her – Capri’s eyes were instead focused upon the deceitful she-wolf before her, and her dark shadow. Asterr responded – lecturing the Alpha as if he were a toddler. Condescending his tone – because that was seemingly what was important to her in this situation – no the grave error she had just made.
 
It was apparently the breaking point for the more level-headed leader of the Ridge, and Taggarik signaled them with body posture alone. His own form moved away from her as he rushed Asterr, and pivoting past him, Capri’s own form shot forward like a bullet. Her ears splayed back to her skull, her jaws loosely agape. A vicious snarl pressed past her lips and her neck scrunched forward to protect the vitals of her throat.
 
Shooting forward like a viper, the silver-tipped wolf jarred her form before Noctura, the hot headed mess who had previously rushed Taggarik. Her jaws were aimed to tear and they sought the male with a vicious snap to the softer flesh of his own neck, given her height to him.