Bearclaw Valley clearing the spiderwebs

From the meek way the brown wolf acted, Nunataq assumed that she would have (and could have) taken care of him and driven him away far enough for her liking, were it not for another intruder. This lady was of mightier posture and bulk, she redirected the girl's anger to herself and responded accordingly. Size and age had hardly ever mattered to Nuna in the past, and it did not scare her now either. She met the larger opponent with a steady and calculating gaze, her body language still rather unfriendly. A low growl rumbled in her throat in response to the other's snarl. For now it was a waiting game - Nuna was not going to back off, she in her mind had rights to have this place, this valley to herself. And she did not care, if others thought differently.