Thunder Dome brother?

The fur along her spine stood at attention, her jaw upturned in a growl that she did not keep from voicing. This was her land, her pack, the life she had chosen after he did what he did. What right did he have to follow her and step foot on the territory they had spent her pregnancy finding and establishing for pups she thought she'd never have? 

For a life better than the one she had left?

Her golden gaze held unresolved anger. 

Meylodi's fur bristled.

Dat be Alfa Meylodi ta da likes o' you, the dark queen snarled, her calm demeanor falling.

State yer business 'ere, bro'er. 'Fere me fangs be itching ta give cha a scar matchin' mine.