Phoenix Maplewood chapter three.

A prickle of guard hairs at his shoulders, when Uriel answered that she wished to make her claim within the maplewood. It wasn't suitable, he felt - it could be seen as a challenge to Dawn, having strangers set up camp on her border. Artyom at once didn't like the idea, though he held his tongue as she carried on to include that someone else had made that clear to her already.

He wondered who that might've been, more specifically if it'd been one of Whitebark's wolves who bested her. "This territory shares a border with ours," he informed her, though his tone was void of hostility, "we do not wish to compete with our neighbours for land or hunting ground." But we will, if we have to.