Sheepeater Cliff Don't shoot love, baby

Sorry to just pull Ptarmigan out of here without warning but she's been dead for a few weeks and I want to wrap her up ASAP.

She turned her head to glance back where Ivev had gestured. If a pack had come to settle in that region, she'd know about it. Wolves were hardly the subtlest creatures. She rolled her shoulders and warded away any indication that she might not believe the pale female and covered her uncertainty by saying, "welcome to the neighbourhood."

There was mutual distrust, it seemed. She could sense the tension radiating out from the other just as surely as Ivev could sense her own. Though Ptarmigan was often a creature to stir conflict, this time she merely pressed her ears up and said, "Ptarmigan. But I'm afraid I need to be going."

Nothing prompted this, of course. She simply didn't want to spend time here and, anyway, she had duties she was supposed to be taking care of. With one last long look, the dark Alpha turned and strolled away.