Stavanger Bay wash away

"This land is not, but you are close."  Perhaps not too close on a normal day, but now, for Dante, even this distance was not enough.  He relished any excuse to exert his own position, something too detrimental to practice on packmates but perfectly acceptable with those loners who happened to cross his path.  "Too close."  He wouldn't attack a submissive wolf, but he didn't exactly respect personal space either.  Moving in, he made to close the gap deftly, hoping to make the other wolf back up more.  If he gave up ground, the Beta won, and hopefully could send him running back where he came from.  The last two words held a slight rumble; a warning.