Sequoia Coast it doesn't matter

There was silence, then came the harsh footsteps of another wolf. Queenie's ears perked first, trying to detect the relative location of the stranger without giving away her own spot, but once she could no longer hear anything, she was forced to look around. The girl was forced into defense. She embodied dominance as she scanned the landscape and stood beside her meal. She had found it, so it was hers! And Daddy Bruce always taught her to only share blood with blood.

A low growl bubbled in her throat, cracking as a small, quiet bark before she settled back into her resting spot.