Duskfire Glacier We stood eye to eye with violence and it blinked first

wintersbane was slow to rise to his patrols that day — managing his time strictly now that he had two women that had just given birth and five children to help look after and clean up after when they pooed themselves ( which was unpleasant, mind ). he would ( and will ) beat himself up for the lapse that allowed not just one but two wolves to trespass into his territory ...but there was no time. no time to feel anything other than righteous anger and territoriality that surges through his veins.

he comes barreling towards the strangers — the bizarre sight of one ( the loner ) brazenly demanding to know what the other ( smelled like a pack but not one wintersbane recognized ) was doing in the territory.

it might've been humorous...but wintersbane was in no mood. not with the lack of sleep of being a first time father and not with his newborn children in the territory — despite that he assured himself they were safe within the confines of the greyfall caverns.

you, both of you, have one chance to see yourselves out of my territory. wintersbane's rasping voice commands like the rumble of thunder of a looming storm. his hackles bristle, his upper lip curls back as he exposes his teeth in both of their direction; his tail waving high over his back. one chance and if they failed to take heed to his warning — verbal and in the tension pulling his muscles taunt — he would rush forward to attack.