Thunder Dome sgt. fury and his howling commandos

She had never seen Taggarik hold such anger – it quaked from his very being, and the she-wolf had not dared draw closer to him, despite having been the one to shoulder the rage for the past few weeks at the Ridge. She had slipped away from the others after the battle – after reassuring herself that her fellow pack mates were more or less fine. She had spent the night with @Terich-mir – exhausted, emotionally drained.
 
She had not strayed from his side yet, though her frosted eyes would drift over to study Taggarik as he led them to the thunder dome. The previous pack lands had been abandoned – and she felt a surge of bitter satisfaction. Asterr had only had to place her borders a length a ways from theirs, and she had stubbornly refused – the Ridge might have been triumphant, but it had indeed come at a cost.. her own muzzle and cheek stung with that reminder.
 
Taggarik’s howl resonated within her soul, and tipping her own muzzle up, her song echoed his – the wolves sang in a chorus together – a reminder to any that dared try to set up shop upon their doorstep. Never again.
 
As her own howl faded, Capri brushed her muzzle tenderly to Terich’s shoulder, but then made her way to the side of the swarthy Alpha. Her eyes drifted over his wound, worry clouding her gaze as her eyes softened upon him. Eliciting a crooning growl, the regal she-wolf brushed her muzzle beneath his, inhaling sharply at the first contact since their fight. Had anything more serious happened during the fight, Capri would have never forgiven herself for clinging to her anger at him for so long.