Mount Everfall do not go gentle into that good night

Silaluk dug into the beast, and when the young girl made to do the same her bloodied lips peeled back in a warning snarl. The stranger had yet to be brought into their fold, and would know that she must wait her turn before she had her fill. Silaluk knew the girl was young, and remembered the days when she had been so young that rank did not matter and she could eat with those who led the mountain. This one was not her young, however, and Silaluk would not see her resources taken by strangers—the other would need to earn her trust, earn her place among them. She could stay if she obeyed the simplest of rules in their wolf law, and her patience for disobedience was nonexistent. Wait your turn, the severe look said. It had not yet come.