Broken Antler Fen Little slice of heaven

Draper looked at the young wolf incredulously. Just because the smell isn't strong doesn't make it not my home, he said. Clearly, his feathers had been ruffled. I can't hold much on my own, but y'know, it would be nice to get a little bit of respect for the tiny slice I can carve out for myself. Not my fault your nose is broken. Draper regularly surrounded his small slice of this world with his scent, but maybe this young one wasn't used to it.

Now go on! Scram! he said, taking a step toward the wolf. He would get in a scrap if he needed to, but he'd prefer not to after the last one had roughed him up quite a bit. And tell your friends to leave me alone, too!