Phoenix Maplewood chapter three.

The change of behavior did not go unnoticed; she knew he was a pack wolf who would not enjoy rivarly around. Just as she was warned before by another, but this was not Legion, but of Whitebark Stream. The woods had neighbors, no matter where she would go, Uriel would be surrounded in it. Her own body bristled to a more guarded, matching his own. Intimidation wasn't a tactic used against the phoenix. 

"I see," she said, "Legion is near too?" Though while they changed, she needed the question. His undertoning threat was understood, but she chose to pretend it was not heard. Desirable as the area was, was it worth the risk of two neighbors, this close? Uriel couldn't deny holding a bit of resentment, a grudge toward herself for being so keen to the forest.