Porcupine Ridge And when she speaks..?

The black wolf's lips twitched in irritation. He could discern now, by scent and sight, that this was another wolfdog, but one that lacked the etiquette that the other had showed, as it drew near with a raised head and a direct look. "What do you want?" He asked coldly, his gray eyes seeking to bore directly into the other's as he arched his tail and lifted his muzzle.