Bearclaw Valley some kind of majesty, some chemical load

Every so often, the Queen wandered down from her perch, seeking strange places and wolves who might join them.  Today, she stumbled upon a pack scent.... not established, but enough to warn.  Kiwi stood near the scent line and watched the woods within with narrowed gaze and a twitching tail.  

She wondered how careful they were of their borders... and how strong their ties were.  Lifting her muzzle, she called to summon an audience.  If they were weak, perhaps they might be persuaded to move on elsewhere.  She had room enough on the peak.