Stone Circle You Need More Than Manners

Hey - let me know if I misunderstood this since 'The small Grey Wolf trotted carefully into what he had come to know as Easthollow territory, inside he was panicking.  Starks going to respond more aggressively than he normally would.

 

Despite his best attempts he still found himself combing over the borders like they belonged to him. Thanks to that restless energy he came across a fresh trail heading too far into Easthollow to make him comfortable. He bristled, following the track past the edge of the treeline until he'd spotted another wolf. He let out a low growl as he sped up a bit, finding the male and moving to quickly intercept the stranger before they'd made it further into the packlands. Tail arched behind him and teeth exposed, Stark stared down the unknown wolf. "You need to back the hell up now." He growled out - none of his more pleasant demeanor offered to the stranger at the moment. 

It was almost a thrill thought he had to reluctantly admit - god, maybe he'd missed the whole packlife thing more than he'd realized. Well. He'd just tell himself it kept the pack safe and that it meant there was no way anything would happen to Valette's kids if he made sure to keep any rogue males out of the way. He'd just chalk it up to doing what was the right thing for the pack over all and just ignore whatever feelings it gave him.