Mount Apikuni they hang on every breath, cling to his chest

Grezig was patrolling, as usual, and the scent of a unfamiliar wolf hit her in the face with the change of the wind. She turned in its direction and began walking towards it. Even though this mountain was not hers, it had begun to feel that way, and she bristled at the thought of others coming onto it. Ahead of her was the sight of a cream wolf with brown markings. She stopped, ears pushed forward to show authority, and chuffed at him. “Do you have business here?” She had wanted to say something like, ’What do you want?’ but she had to remind herself that this was not pack territory. This male had every right to be here, no matter how much it might bother her. She forced her body to relax, pushing her ears into a relaxed state, her tail swaying once or twice to show that she was actually friendlier than she let on.