Silvertip Mountain Are there also wolf gatherings here?

The woman snorted, lowering her body into a crouch; defensive yet ready to become offensive. Should the tables turn. She knew the fathers didn't stick around, and why should they? They're big and clumsy and they encroach on the land that one had so painstakingly worked to uphold.
Pfft. Men.
The feline rolled her eyes,  "Why would they stay? Males have no part in rearing the cubs and just take up space."  Harsh, but in her eyes she was right. The woman then laughed, low and soft.
Like the crackle of electricity in the air before a strike of lightning.

"Do you know how many packs are here? Those wolves take up every nook and niche it's no wonder there are so few of us." The woman stood, finished with talking to the other that seemed so weak. So nieve.
"Get off my territory."
Cold words to match a cold heart and stone mindset. Lischo didn't care, she wanted to be rid of the infuriating thing that was before her.