Phoenix Maplewood chapter three.

His suspicion confirmed, Artyom regarded the golden she-wolf with a contemplative frown. Perhaps he would've clashed with her too, in defence of Whitebark, had she made attempt to assert dominance over him so close to his home. He was glad, however, to maintain a neutrality for as long as she would. The ranger found no great thrill in a fight.

"What made you come back?" She'd been bested once, and Artyom was curious to know if she thought herself capable of winning a second round should she cross the path of a pallid champion.