Redtail Rise Crossing the frontier

It was bad luck, on the interloper's behalf, that the first wolf headed straight towards him was Relic. Sun Jaw, as he was also called, may not be fully grown. Not quite having reached his full size. But he was an experienced young male. He had seen many hunts, had played his role on the battlefield and even successfully defended his status. The map of faded scars on his face proved it.

On his watch, nor anyone's, no outsider dared cross their borders. That was one thing. But stealing prey that belonged to the Rise, and then having the audacity to urinate as if dominant, made his blood boil. Piecing red eyes narrowed, fixing hard onto the male. A thunderous snarl bellowed in his throat, serrated hackles standing quill like. 

Completely disregarding their defensive stance, the Redtail broke out into a full on charge. Bared teeth clicking, coated with saliva. Honed for flesh, which he would rend if he got a hold of. He didn't even slow down in the slightest, making contact by barreling with brute force into the wolf.