Ouroboros Spine There are things in life you learn

Her gaze remained suspiciously on the thick undergrowth and, sure enough, there emerged an onlooker. The wolf was a large male, his chocolate coat broken by all manner of jagged scars. His eyes were a frightening shade of red and danced around the clearing like he had something to fear. Drawing the conclusion that he was sneaking around and possibly trespassing from his nervous behaviour, Sialuk slowly rose to her paws and drew her lips back into a warning growl. There was no aggression, only territoriality.

Her fur prickled uncertainly as she took a slow, deliberate step toward Sitri. He dwarfed her and had clearly been in enough scraps to hold his own should it come to blows, but Sialuk believed she was in the right, and believed in the power of a wolf's instincts. She expected one of two outcomes: if Sitri was a trespasser, then it was likely he would flee before she had cause to call the pack. If Sitri was not a trespasser, but rather a suspicious and shady pack mate, then Sialuk suspected he would submit adequately enough and long enough for her to determine his status by inspection.