Silver Creek Fire starts with matches

Casmir was admittedly on edge. they had lost their alpha male and the land was barren, lending very little cover to their vulnerable group. and while they seemed to be the only pack in the area, the young male could not trust that the wide expanse of land housed no others. 

he had lost sleep and eaten little, and so when Saena's call rose, he loped toward it without a second thought. a bite or two of fish might buoy him through the next couple of days; his tongue lolled as he spotted the familiar form of the alpha female, but the sight of an unknown male moving toward her brought a snarl from Casmir.

he was not one of theirs; he lengthened his stride and came to Saena's side, hackles bristled and tail flung high, though not higher than her own. the boy growled, tucking his chin in case the other struck, and his eyes were hard. 

at his age, Casmir was tall, rangy, muscular, though he would not achieve his full breadth for another year. yet mistrust made him dangerous; it had hardened him and brought him out of childhood, and he stood with glare firmly fixed upon the strange male.