Qeya River a story of its own,

He had assumed she was young, sickly, that she would give way easily. 

Perhaps she would surprise him, turning to take in the familiar aggression and dismissiveness in his stance -- his gaze zeroed on the meal that had dropped on her tribe's threshold. The Gamma's ears rose defensively as she turned and planted her feet -- lifting her head and shoulders as a low rumble of warning escaped the milky swath of her throat.

Maybe this wasn't technically @Wintersbane's claim but it was close enough that the land was drenched in their scent, as was the she-dog. She stared down the stranger, bristling with silent territorialism, without fear. If he attacked, her packmates were only moments away from helping her.

If he wanted to take her prize, then he was gonna have to fight for it first.