Lost Creek Hollow Dismayed I'm a later bloomer

The dark wolf had not considered that he would be forced to defend his home from potential invaders and trespassers. The little fighting experience he had was all negative. It hung in his head like a doomsday cloud, thick and ominous. The only thing that fighting had done was take from him.

When an unfamiliar face appeared to him, Crowfeather froze. The gold of his eyes widened before sharpening on the blonde figure. She had come so far into the hollow without being caught, he thought to himself in fear. The words she spoke suggested that she understood the marking scents, the intent to claim the terrain as a clan. Either it did not deter her, or the woman was oblivious to its meaning.

Hackles prickled defensively.

Th-This is Riverclan territory. You are trespassing.

If his voice had not cracked, he might have stood a chance at sounding imposing. Instead, he sounded surprised. The three-legged shadow took a step toward the stranger. Warriors were meant to defend their land, he was forced to remind himself.

You must leave, his lip curled over his teeth.