Porcupine Ridge Mama, come here, approach, appear

A twitch in his muscles drew his head around and that was how Illea entered his line of sight. The beta wolf lifted his head, pricking his ears to convey an air of superiority, although he held little sway over the females of the pack. Their hierarchy was their own. Tail swaying, the man turned a half-step to regard her, and when she barked at him he made a low sound back, neither understanding her words nor attempting to respond in kind.

Sweeping the air with his muzzle, the man drew what scent he could to himself and analysed it quickly. The white-furred wolf was undeniably female, sexually mature but unreceptive, so rather unlike Vuk and Diane. Still, she was not a yearling and so she was in his good graces. The last yearling wolf to make a mark upon the pack had disappeared and the male was unlikely to ever see another yearling enter the upper ranks as a result of that. He yawned and then continued on his patrol, his waving tail an invitation.