Emberwood O the wild charge they made

Amara rushed onto the scene in a fit of worry. Only a glance at the opposing team told her what she needed to know. Bullies. No matter where you went, there were always those ones with their heads stuck so far up their asses they could only think with it. The yell from one of her fellow almost pack mates caused her to panic even more inside, though she tried to remain the opposite on the outside. She wanted to ask why they were doing such a thing, though the answer seemed all too obvious. They were territorial wolves, and where they planned to settle was all too close for their best convenience. 

Some of them seemed quite stuck up, their noses pointed so high she was surprised it was even a possible angle. She was no fighter, it was true, but there was no need for unpleasantries. By simply sorting out the root of the problem, they could find a healthy alternative. "What is it that you want?" She asked, though no hostility was held in her voice. She meant no harm, unlike them and it was clear they did not have the numbers to attack, she would not lie. There was no pride in admitting a fact. No, she held herself with a sense of serene calmness, ignorant to the bubbling fight that some desperately wanted.