Kintla Flatlands A bit risqué.

@Kaname , this thread is pretty old, but we can bring it up to the current date if you're still interested in playing it out. You mentioned in your post that he was on another pack's territory. Mind if we assume he's encroached on BDP? :)

Ever since finding out that Peregrine and Hawkeye were officially splitting up, and Peregrine himself was spending most of his time occupied with their four pups, Atticus had taken his border patrols to a whole new level. His brother didn't have much spare time on his hands, so Atticus took it upon himself to be the eyes, ears, and -- if necessary -- teeth and claws for the overworked Alpha male. And it wasn't just the fact that Peregrine needed the help that drove Atticus to take on the extra responsibility, but also because he was now the third-highest-ranked wolf in the pack. He felt he needed to work harder to deserve such a place in their hierarchy.

He was out on the southern fringes of their territory when a distinctly foreign scent came to him on a whiff of the breeze. While he might not be buddies with everyone in the Plateau's ranks, he was intimately familiar with everybody's scents, and this particular scent was not among those he knew. Immediately, his senses went on high alert. Someone was trespassing, uninvited, on their lands when his brother wasn't looking. Worse yet, it seemed that whoever it was had been hunting. Quite literally taking food out of the mouths of the pack's children. He felt a cold, quiet anger begin to stir within him. He tracked the scent for a while, and it meandered all over the place before he finally caught sight of its source -- a wolf not entirely unlike Atticus in appearance: dark of coat, tall and lean of build, with a chilling gaze of ice. And he was, most definitely, not of Blacktail Deer Plateau. A low snarl erupted from Atticus's lips, followed by a short and gruff warning: "You're trespassing on claimed lands, stranger." He trotted closer, hackles bristling and gaze very direct. "Take your meal and leave." He detested to give away food to a wolf not of his own, but he would let the stranger keep it if it would make for a peaceful departure.