Blacktail Deer Plateau im good, im good, im great

Grayday's lips peeled back at the other's words. How he didn't care about them, how they didn't have anything he wanted. Although Grayday was normally a man of patience and understanding, the insolent trespasser seemed to be pushing all of his buttons. The leader saw red, and a furious snarl ripped from his jaws. The other male was leaving, but he was spoiling for a fight.

In one last effort to get the other to do more than spout arrogant words, Morningside's leader lashed out and raked the wolf's retreating flank with a flash of white fangs. They left no more than superficial wounds on the other, but would surely be felt - Grayday hoped he'd turn around and defend himself, but just in case he didn't, the leader began to chase after the younger male, determined to see him to the borders at the very least.