Golden Glade Brick by brick.

When she found herself abruptly crossing paths with a stranger, Towhee drew up short. She froze, her body stiffening as she eyeballed the reddish brown she-wolf. She felt a compulsion to chase her from the glade, though her common sense warred with her instincts. This wasn't technically their territory, just a place to weather the never-ending storms. All the same, Towhee didn't want strangers loitering here, especially not anywhere near the pups.

"Who the hell are you?" the Sovereign eventually (and rudely) demanded. "You need to get out of here," she added before the other woman could speak, well aware that she was being pushy but not caring. Her pack's well-being came first and this warning was as much for the stranger's sake as anything. Which made her think and abruptly blurt, "Unless you're planning on joining us?"