Porcupine Ridge For a mother, a brother and me

Whatever was happening was clearly going poorly for the mountain clan, and within moments Taggarik's demeanour changed and the silent order to attack was made. Ordinarily a peaceful and non-violent wolf, Farstep's ferocity as he surged forward was unexpected and undeniably intimidating.

At first he stutter-stepped toward Noctura with the intention of ganging up on the brute with the alpha female, but he redirected his course when Leo joined the fray. With a snarl Farstep whirled to intercept the youth, confident that he had the advantage: he was not only a guard, he had nearly two years on the guy. He had no qualms with taking on a seemingly weaker wolf; honour played no part in wolfish battles and he pegged Leo for an easy kill. He aimed for the youth's throat with a sharp lunge.

He didn't know what the other pack had done, really, aside from pissing over his marks like the inconsiderate buffoons he felt they were, but he did know that they were no longer welcome to their peak. Taggarik would never again allow them to rest their laurels upon his doorstep.