Dragoncrest Cliffs In a fruit fight, I aim at your Adam's apple

It wasn't until two unfamiliar white wolves approached that Wildfire considered that she might have made a mistake by crossing the borders without proper accompaniment. Her blood froze in her veins when the second of the two charged. Still quite exhausted from her long journey—she hadn't stopped to eat or sleep the entire way—Wildfire remained sprawled on the ground, entirely submissive, waiting for the blow to land.

"Stop!" a strange voice shouted. Wildfire's eyes had squeezed shut, though she cracked one open to see a large black wolf bounding onto the scene, his red breast immediately identifying him as a grownup Bobby. "Stop, for fuck's sake! That's not a trespasser!" he was bellowing as he came. "That's my mom!"