Whitefish River live fast, die young

She thought the stranger must be really hungry to go through all of this just for some rancid meat. There were plenty of other options that didn't include trespassing on claimed territory, and she wondered if something might be wrong with the man. Maybe he couldn't smell like Hieronymous? That wasn't likely; her packmate was the only wolf she had ever known like that. Still, she had to wondered if there was more to this than what it seemed.

It was something she probably wouldn't get to know, not that it really mattered. She wanted the trespasser gone just as much as anyone else, and had she been the only one there, she might have just let him leave with his rotten spoils. She knew it wasn't likely to go down that way, though, nor should it. She was relieved to see her call answered by Winterbourne, but her relief was short lived. The trespasser began to run, followed by Hieronymous and met with Winterbourne's teeth. 

She ran after them, not to attack, but to be there afterwards to tend to wounds. There were always wounds after these types of things.