Phoenix Maplewood you are a forest fire, set the world aflame

The male’s comment catches her off guard but her expression doesn’t waver, remaining stoic enough to hide the sudden confusion. The leaders of the pack north west and herself don’t have the best relationship. Each time she runs into them, they are all rubbed the wrong way and left with a bitter taste in her mouth—she should have run them off farther than she had—and so she, instead, stays as far away from them as she can manage. If it came down to it, she would push them further back from her own domain, but for now, this male is the only other interaction she’s had.

“And why would I want that?” she decides to ask, wondering if the leaders of his pack has informed them of their relationship. He wouldn’t know her scent—maybe the way she looks, but that’s a bit generic—and so she keeps her tongue sealed on the matter until she’s presented with a good enough reason.