Northstar Vale fire in my bones quakes

he came claiming titles and asking questions, as so many did. but antha had always found it a particularly masculine affliction that made wolves expect a title to hold weight where it held no meaning. clearly he expected to be taken seriously, this imperator of mereo, but antha was not a charitable wolf.
perhaps, she said mildly, studying him. it is well protected, isn't it? and rich with herbs in the spring. a place of competition, no doubt. antha waited, half-expecting mereo's interest in the vale to unfurl in his next words, for he had arrived bearing the banner of his people readily.