Redhawk Caldera am i stirring right now or is my arm still in the world of stirring.

Penn had just about decided to take a nap when he heard movement nearby. He lifted his head from his paws and turned to spy her, a blot of cream upon a wide stretch of porcelain. He frowned slightly, not pleased to see that some other wolf was feeling free to waltz around in a territory he had decided was his. But he realized he hadn't laid any sort of claim to it--it just felt like it was his, or at least that it should have been.

Still. "Hey, what're you doing here?" he called, his tone a bit sharp but not aggressive. Penn hadn't smelled any markings around the place to suggest that there were any other wolves here, and he had some interest now in making sure nobody else got any ideas about it.