Swiftcurrent Creek when i first met tom mccannon, i was working in the mines

The howl drew the man’s hackles along his back—the audacity to such a call causing a low snarl to echo in his chest as he began to lope toward the borders. Dispersal was a common thing during this season—but he wanted to see who would be tempted by the unknown Lothario’s song. In truth, he expected to see Chusi there.
 
The swarthy wolf passed an enraged Durnehviir, one ear flicking in question as she sank back in to the territory. There was a beat of relief from the man—until he saw Aria looking onward to the large black brute across the creek, with what he assumed was interest.
 
The shadowrunner stalked forward, his presence offering dark tension as he sized up the mountain wolf. Sidling up near the pale woman, and yet allowing her space. She was not his to claim. She had never wished of that from him.
 
His tail arced higher, his broad muzzle swinging upward as his nostrils flared, trying to catch scent of the brazen wolf and where he might belong to. He would not stop one of his females leaving to procreate and be with another, if that was what they wished. But he also wasn't going to let this wolf from his sight, lest he force himself upon one of his own if they denied him.