Porcupine Ridge I follow the scent

Jace hated rumors and gossip, it always proved to make situations worse than they were. Look at the Creek, Bazi had thought him this terrible type of wolf, because of conjecture and rumor. It made him ill and angry, yet also made him very tired. It was hard to try and make others see the truth, when they would rather believe the juicy lies.

Jace did not pay attention, to any packs other than his own. He did not care to know if there were tension with other packs and each other, all he worried about were the tense relations his had with others. So far truthfully he didn’t even know of any packs other than the creek, because he really just didn’t care. There was no need to know of other packs, he did not want allies, he did not want friends unless they were in his own.

Jace turned blue eyes towards a stranger and his hackles rose slightly. What do you want? Was his biting question, they were far too close to his own territory, and he had too many close calls to put much stock in friendly relations. He would bite first, even if it was with words and ask questions later.