Golden Glade Territorial Pissings (All of Your Base are Belong to Us)

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The plan was abundantly clear: take over the territory, and all its resources, by any means necessary. 

She strode beside Dagfinn as they proceeded into the heart of the claimed land, heart pounding in her ears partly from exhilaration and mostly from anxiety. The yearling was not a large wolf; dwarfed in size by the sheer immensity of the Alpha Female, and she lacked the experience of a seasoned warrior. But she knew this was life or death; a last ditch effort to survive against the odds the winter had pitted against them. She was heartened by their bond. The little band of stragglers Reek and Jhala had gathered were connected not by necessity but heart. Courage, Moonbrook knew, would be tantamount now.

Her ears cupped as the Reek called them to a halt and she listened as he threw up a war song to the skies. Jhala joined him. The Alpha Female was itching for a fight and thirsty for blood. Moonbrook wasn't entirely sure if it was a mother's instinct or that Jhala was just a belligerent beast by nature, but it inspired her regardless. She joined the chorus, joining her own voice to theirs, cementing her loyalty to the dogged band of refugees.