The Heartwood I'm so Used to Being In The Wrong

Not at all, but as they are building a pack here he's going to be mean and possibly chase her away or try and make her join.

A sense of self-preservation wormed into his mind as a sixth sense prickled at him. He was not alone, and it was an unfamiliar presence. He cracked an eye saw the strange shewolf and he stood, a low growl in his throat, large body towereing over the petite wolf. Red eyes caught her gaze and stared. Searing. Glaring.

Deep baritone twirled around her as he spoke.

You are in Forsaken Territory little snow wolf. Join or run. Or I'll tear you limb from limb.

He lowered his head eyes cast upon her. Bosy poised for what ever happened next. Ash still whirled from where he stood. Ladge brown paws streaked even further with gray