Swiftcurrent Creek lost in space

Phoenix lifted his head at the call, departing the stream at a sprint in nearly the same beat. He didn't recognize the voice, but it was near, and his fear that this might be like the last time the Creekers had come upon a trespasser spurred him to find the source first. He had not yet adapted to this pack's strict policy on trespassing. He could remember the confused and furious expression of the Morningsider as he was violently chased from the premises, and it saddened him deeply. Had he even been given the chance to show proper deference? Maybe he had, but it didn't matter now. Not when he thought he could prevent something like that from happening again.

It didn't mean he'd be gentle about it, though. He was upon the tuck-tailed wolf fiercely when he found him, his brutish frame demanding the most severe submission one could muster, lest he have to use more than his weight to cow the intruder. He had yet to show his teeth, but the threat radiating from the packwolf was clear: submit, or fight.