Porcupine Ridge Kids with Guns

Her tail remained raised. She forced herself to do so, a slight quiver in her tail as she focused on the brown male, rather than the gray and brown wolf. The dark, large man was a threat, not to the pack — for who cared for those wretches? No. He was a threat to her and her safety now, because she had made a stupid mistake in declaring her allegiance to a pack. I know, She eventually responded, not at either of them but at her pack, this brat pack of unexperienced children who had not yet set their own borders. Glad to see someone who realizes such a fact. The others down there haven't even marked the borders and yet they expect to call themselves a pack. I can't mark a whole valley by myself.

She glared at the other, nicer boy, and was immediately disinterested in him. The Sunspire pack? She began, sounding quite earnest at first, but quickly turning cold. They've been dead and gone for years now, long before I was born. No one lives on that spire anymore,