Golden Glade Everything felt fine when I was half of a pair

Besides the Frostfurs, nearly ever member of the new pack was a Redhawk. She supposed that was the logic behind the pack's name. There was only one wolf in the entire pack who was not related to the four Alphas, and he happened to be creeping on her right now. Wisteria was quick to notice. She only reached a count of eleven before the back of her neck began to prickle and she knew there were eyes on her. It took her until a count of twenty-seven to work up the nerve to turn and confront whomever it was. They might have seen her fail and would make fun of her, and it took her a while to get over the anxiety that came with that thought.

When she did, she did so swiftly; a very sudden turn to pin her eyes on the forest behind her. Wisteria was expecting to find a wolf standing there, staring, so she overlooked Rye at first. When she finally did notice the man lying in the grass, her ears flew forward and she growled, what are you staring at? It was all a front; if challenged, Wisteria would be quick to back down. But she believed and had learned in her time alone that sometimes an aggressive facade was enough to deter further conflict.