Stone Circle Pour me one for the road

The new mother felt a protective urge pull her in the direction of an unfamilar shape and scent heading for the Stone Circle. It was late for her to be out now that she had pups, but it was in protection of Sunny and Dawn that she launched herself forward, tail curled over her rump and hackles ablaze; a feral snarl ripped through her throat in warning, and as she cantered his way, she resisted the urge to attack on sight and teach the lanky boy manners about borders. Instead, she would throw herself forward, slowing early and striding her way up into his personal bubble without a second thought -- she might not be of a high rank here, but while she was the only Easthollow wolf here, she sure would act it.

                  "The fuck do you think you're doing past the borders, boy? Didn't your mother ever teach you manners?"