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They're very territorial.

Jinx glared down the mountainside at a small white figure making its way brazenly toward her borders. Had she already moved the pack, the female would have potentially left it alone, or waited until it was closer to the falsely marked borders to attack it... But for the time being, this was still their home. She believed firmly in culling the weak and stupid from their population, and for this mutt to wander on despite the very clear scent that would waft on the breeze from the pack's outskirts, he had to be pretty damn stupid.

She began to move down the slope like a bulldozer, wasting no further time allowing him to dally near her pack. The Alpha had had enough of lone wolves and mutineers alike, and had come to call them all by the same name: alien. Atreyu was alien and he was in her buffer zone, and therefore he was to be eliminated.

She emerged from the scrubland nearing the mountain's base like something out of a nightmare: her fur spiked into sharp ridges, her mouth bared wide open in a menacing and threatening snarl, and her paws slamming against the ground without end. Her momentum was unstoppable, and her fury peeled off her in waves. Atreyu might have the most innocuous reasons in the world for approaching her pack without respect for her scent saturating the breeze, but Jinx already considered him an imbecile and so he needed to leave or die.