Horizon Ridge your anger is frightening the sand

After a while, things start to click into place. Seeing the fallen rubble from the former ridge, she remembers Blixen and hers exploration of their southern lands before the war. Things had been simple then. Furi was just a lost girl in a new pack, rebuilding her life once and for all. No one warns you just how rough things are going to be on the other side.
 
Furi doesn’t notice the other wolf until she’s growled at, ears falling back against her head and she turns slowly to find the source. All her muscles tense and her posture begins to shift into something defensive. Eventually she locks sight on the other wolf, nose twitching for signs of a scent but the wind blows away from her and offers little help. The other wolf eases up only slightly, at least enough to stop the growl and offer an explanation. For a long moment, she doesn’t move or acknowledge what is said to her, trying to figure out what she needs to properly address.
 
Since the new pack on the sound, Furi doesn’t come this far south very often. Her trajectory is inland, toward the tangle or ravine, so is it likely she just hasn’t run into some jerk-ass. But her siblings have been in the area and neither of them necessarily look like her but their patterns are similar and she hopes it isn’t any of them. “What makes someone a jerk-ass?” she decides to ask, trotting a few steps to close the distance so she doesn’t have to shout and upon further inspection as she’s near, she notes the familiar scent of Ingram.