Whitefish River and come undone

I'm putting Atti on a shelf for a while, so shall we wrap this up? LOL I LOVE HOW STUBBORN THESE DAMN OSTREGAS ARE. XD

It was a standoff the likes of which Atticus had never seen before, neither of the males willing to give ground and yet, at the same time, neither willing to breach the subtle tension that separated mere posturing from actual violence. Atticus knew what the other wolf was doing. The earthy-coated stranger obviously wasn't interested in the deer anymore -- and anyway, they were now making their way into the forest that unmistakably belonged to the Plateau wolves -- but he was testing Atticus, drawing him out, seeing what he was made of and how far he was willing to take his defense of the lands he guarded. Atticus could play this game all day, though, so with a faint grin etching its way onto his face, he sat down where he was. If the stranger moved, Atticus would mirror his movements. If the stranger wanted to sit and have a stare-down, well, Atticus would do that too. The ball was in the trespasser's court.