Otter Creek it seems only fitting

Perhaps if it had been any other wolf that Zhenya would have crossed, then they would have been all for a little bit of fun. Atshen, on the other hand, was not one for a bit of fun. His jowls rippled as a growl escaped him, and he also pressed a step forward. He stared at her, as though questioning her intelligence at that moment, waiting to see if she got the message he was trying to convey. If it did not seem this way, then Atshen would find other ways in which to get the point across.