Phoenix Maplewood The Traveler Meets Her End

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Her complete lack of concern for his threat stoked the fire that was already burning within, and his teeth ground together as she essentially scolded him for how he was acting. He was a pack wolf upon his own territory; it was within his right to be territorial and aggressive toward a complete stranger who thought they could lounge on the borders when their were pups nearby, and as far as he was concerned, a lack of defense for them. Luke did not know his pack, and did not trust him.

Unfortunately for this wolf, that also meant that neither the description nor the name rang a bell for the white wolf. He did not know Grace, nor was he able to recall glancing a wolf that fit her appearance at the egg hunt. "Never saw her. Go look elsewhere. Leave." He punctuated his hissing words with a stiff step forward and a click of his teeth, holding himself back for the moment and giving the old wolf a chance to make herself scarce.