Alpine Lake self sabotaging like this

The stranger grew intensely unfriendly at Svalinn's loud greeting, so the boy wisely kept his distance. At the spat question, his lip curled, and frown creased his thin unibrow. He didn't particularly understand the question, though it sounded easy enough at face value. What was knowing who this wolf was to him? Nothing, he decided, if he thought about it like that. This wasn't very near to his home, though when he started to consider the proximity to the Redhawks, he decided that that was his reason for addressing the brown brute to begin with.

"Keep it to yourself, then, I don't care," he growled. "Just don't come any closer to my pack." The male seemed to ignore him, turning on his way without another word. "Yeah, better run," the boy muttered, careful not to let anything but the nearest toadstool to hear him. He made sure the wolf went out of sight, before turning back to the plateau.