Moonspear Seeing Stars

The pair halted not far from him, but far enough that he couldn't hear what they were saying. His head perked and ears thrust forward. Tail rose above his back as a banner of dominance and he felt his hackles prickle at the thought of more intruders. Yet they howled for his presence and though he felt affronted to be summoned when he was so close he also recognised they might just be extra weary of the border and did not wish to risk paying insult.

He approached, his body language demanding submission from his visitors, tail still carried high above his back. "What do you want?" His voice was not unkind, but neither did it carry any warmth. He didn't recognise the adult or the young wolf, who looked to be around the age of his daughters, maybe a bit younger. They were strangers near his turf and with the recent attacks he was on edge, even if they seemed to pose no immediate threat.