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

"the fuck ever," jhala said, cutting her off in her first sentence and clicking her teeth. she didn't want to hear it, it didn't register as honesty with her. as her mate lifted his head to the sky, she did the same, her deep howl falling in tune with his and-- soon-- the rest of the pack's. they sang loudly and proudly, the territory finally theirs. after this, jhala would go to get her two sons (and tam) and she would find a den somewhere to keep them safe. that was their best option right now.