Thunder Dome sgt. fury and his howling commandos

This takes place one day following this thread but after RJ has left.
So, this is private for the wolves of Porcupine Ridge and is not a case of trespass.

@Capriccio @Farstep @Jhala @Terich-mir @Anwyl @Vuk @Illea @Diane @Novak

In the aftermath of the battle, tension in his muscles and the hardness of his expression did not leave. For a long time, he stared after retreating wolves and continued to rumble low and deep in his chest, such was his anger. Eventually, the black wolf paced a trench into the snow as he stalked back and forth along his borders, lips twitching as he fought against the urge to run the pack out immediately, but he held himself in check.

The following morning found him still pacing, as he had done through the night. His ears were angled back, the fur along his spine still stiff, and he bore a terrible scowl. His tracks were now stained pink and red as blood mixed with snow. The she wolf had not fought back against him, but her guard dog had laid open his shoulder, and the constant work of those muscles kept the blood slowly seeping, until it had trickled through his fur, down his leg, and became part of his trench's floor.

He stopped. His tail twitched. He had waited long enough. If she had not done as he had commanded, then she and her wolves would not be given another chance to leave. They would become one with their foolish mountain. Taggarik, still furious, howled to his wolves once more, and as they gathered to him, he wordlessly lead them forward. But he did not need to speak to tell his intent; his ears were thrust forward and his tail arched above his hips, his steps deliberate and his focus severe.

So, he lead them in a march onto Thunder Dome...

...and found their neighbors had gone.

He snorted, his expression jeering. They were triumphant, but he was not celebratory, even as he raised his muzzle in another howl. His chords were bitter and strict in warning. Never again would he tolerate another pack beside his own.