The Sentinels Pawsteps along the borders

Lucani looked her up and down, then watched the female's face as she delivered a classic lone wolf pitch. Lucani paused, then wrinkled her nose faintly in distaste — because other than a lowered tail, the stranger was showing no signs of submission. In a bid that she did so, Lucani's ears were erect, and she gazed directly into the other's eyes. A quiet show of dominance.

But she paid more attention to the budding conversation than the lack of proper stance, and gave a nod that she understood before proceeding with her query: I smelled blood from a short distance away. Is it yours?