Horizon Ridge Yeah she's there all right

Whittier's absolute submission and whines appeased Saena, but with her brood no more than a few feet away, she couldn't take any chances. Whittier was distinctly fat and the huntress assumed that meant he was slow, but it wouldn't be the first time another wolf had proved her wrong. She bared her teeth and snarled, relishing the terror in the boy's eyes, and silenced only when the drum of paws caught her attention.

It was unwise, but she turned her head marginally to see the pale figure of Gaia approaching. She too went for the lone wolf, a wise move on her part though Saena would allow any wolf of the pack to tend the cubs now, and that allowed Saena to step away from him. Yet her red-backed ears remained high and sharp on her head and her wrinkled muzzle never smoothed of animosity. "Get out, if you know what's good for you," she snapped at Whittier. They were a pack displaced and having another's blood on their lips and paws wasn't wise. She would triply agree with herself if she knew whose yearling this was.

She shook her ruff once more, dislodging several more locusts, and readied herself to dart in for an attack if Whittier did anything other than rising to his feet and running off. Her body was placed between him and her fearful cubs in their nook, and her priority was defending them, but of course Gaia had free rein to do whatever she wished with the intruding wolf, short of killing him. Saena would stop her at that.