these streets are yours, you can keep them

Cara lifted her chin and looked the other wolf directly in the eyes, they were exactly in each other's border, a step forward and she'd be a trespasser. Still she held her ground, knowing she had not yet crossed the border, technically.

"So are you" she barked flatly, a tiny glimmer of hostility spreading in her pale eyes. She had nothing against the guy, in fact he seemed like a good fellow, but her instinct got a hold of her and the meaner side of her shined through.

The wolf sat down, but Cara did not, she remained standing one of her long front legs crossed delicately over the other. "Blacktail Deer Plateu" she repeated, not having heard of the name before.