The Sunspire I miss the taste of a sweet life

If Ptarmigan had known she was entering a war zone, she might have turned the other way. She might have taken her troublesome self elsewhere, to trouble somebody else. She might even have sought out Viggo for a hunt that was more satisfactory than her usual failures. Anything would have been less dangerous than taunting a pack already on edge.

But Ptarmigan knew no such thing. The Endore female only knew that she was on the edge of some pack's territory, walking brazenly along their border. She had met wolves from this pack, it was true, but she hadn't really spared their allegiances much thought. Even if one of those wolves emerged from within the territory, she likely wouldn't regret her actions. Few things afforded Ptarmigan more amusement when she was between families than pissing off pack wolves did.