Thunder Dome sgt. fury and his howling commandos

Terich had not been present during the battle between ridge and dome, but he had heard the howls and snarls, the vicious attack between the packs as the border scuffle turned into war. Even from his distance, Terich-mir knew the sounds, and knew that whatever became of it, he would remain a staunch and loyal supporter of Taggarik and Capriccio. In the end, however, the ridge wolves had won this battle, and Taggarik called the pack to him the next morning, having given the other wolves enough time to vacate the thunder dome. 

Terich knew a little of the healing arts and watched as his pack-mates limped and shuffled their way across the border, blue eyes especially riveted upon Taggarik and Farstep. If he was a lesser wolf, Terich might decide to take advantage of their injuries and press his luck, but he was not a lesser wolf. He learned his lesson from those weeks ago; he was not meant to be a leader and he would not begrudge Farstep his place among those ranks.

His lapis gaze turned toward Capri as they climbed, worry in his heart for her. They traveled together, Terich slightly apart, up the hills of the mountain, and found that the rival pack had fled. Good. Taggarik and Farstep threw up their voices to the wind, to proclaim this land not quite theirs, but off limits. Terich-mir's howl joined them, his voice softer and melodious, as he again pledged to protect his family against outsiders, and to chase off any unwanted rivals that saw fit to try their paw against the formidable ridge pack.