Hideaway Strath an unmarked hundred grand

Not her style, the woman said. That's a first. Perhaps it was really down to Orson trespassing too many times. Even the most lighthearted person could get possessive over their territory.  

Nah, Orson shook her head. Wouldn't want anyone to get the wrong idea. A light-hearted spar was one thing, but a light-hearted spar in a claimed territory with a wolf she had just met didn't sit well with her. She was more than likely able to hold her own against the pale woman — she didn't have all that bulk for nothing — but it was uncomfortable for her to imagine that fight going well for either of them. She wanted to keep off people's radars — well, at least as a physical threat. What is this pack a'yours anyways? she had yet to establish a list of the packs that lived here, having only taken a bite out of the land.