Whitefish River and come undone

The other wolf responded aggressively, and had Atticus not been so keyed-up in the moment, he might have felt a sense of dread spreading through him. He didn't want to fight again. And if he'd known that this wolf was from Silvertip Mountain, he might have begun to see a trend -- a trend which indicated that clearly, Silvertip Mountain's Alpha needed to teach her boys a thing or two about pack boundaries. Atticus didn't know all of this yet, though, and so he merely responded in kind: with intense, unyielding aggression.

He didn't waver or change his stance. He stared directly into the face of the agouti-coated intruder, blue eyes hard, teeth bared, back and legs rigid, and tail held high over his back. A dark, sinister snarl rumbled steadily in his chest, and was interrupted only long enough to say, "Only chance. Leave now."