Whitefish River and come undone

Sorry for the wait! I suck. :C

Like a black ghost, Atticus haunted the boundaries of Blacktail Deer Plateau. He found purpose there, in ensuring that no unwelcome stranger intruded into their lands, threatened their safety, or stole food from them. Their pack was stable but small, and there were too few guardians for him to give anything but his absolute best effort at keeping them safe. Especially with their Alpha male injured and unable to contribute much himself, and with the puppies being old enough to wander around on their own some now, it was more important than ever that their lands be secure. Atticus did everything he could to make sure they were.

And so he watched the strange wolf from afar, running deer closer and closer to the river that bordered the western edge of his territory. As the deer began to cross, the wolf followed them and Atticus could wait no longer. He considered the river his, and the soil on the near side of the river was unquestionably his. He arrived as the deer were emerging from the river onto his side of the bank, dripping and panicked, and they fled down the bank away from him. A great snarl tore from his throat and his eyes blazed with malice as he stopped in chest-deep water and warned the stranger -- get away from my lands!