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The way the other wolf looked around rather wildly, Towhee sensed that she may not be able to see her or any of her loud body language. So the young mercenary made a point to hiss, "Get out of here!" But rather than turn tail and leave, the stranger loped nearer.

Towhee shifted her weight, lowering her head to protect her throat even as she thrust her ears forward (they were good at sending a message, if nothing else) and her tail rose up over her hips. Her streaked hackles prickled and she arched her spine to make herself appear larger. Most importantly of all, she not only bared her teeth but opened her mouth to show that she had more knives than a butcher's block.

The stranger's lips were moving as she ran toward Towhee but it was still hopeless. "Back off!" the youth said. "That's my last warning. You're approaching claimed territory and my pack will rip you to pieces." The words came out as flat and clunky as ever, though there was venom in her orange eyes as she issued them.