Phoenix Maplewood Hungry like a wolf

The male doesn't register her presence right away and she doesn't make move into the obvious, but nor does she hide away. She'd developed a fondness for the Maplewood, something possessive. She never laid a claim aside from marking the borders as a warning to the Phoenix wolves that might return or anyone else attempting a claim. With Larksong to the north west of them, someone to the south would be less than desirable. Even if they had been there once before, she knows she won't allow another to take hold. After deterring a potential settler, Zephyr knew now to go elsewhere.

By the time she's noticed, her tail tightens the arch and she lifts her set jaw another fraction. She stiffens as he approaches, flashing back to the last time she'd been here—a prize unwon between two males—and a sour taste bites the back of her throat.

"Why are you here?"