Sleepy Fox Hollow Wasn't enough.

Anselm could understand following one’s nose - to a point. 

He was visibly irritated. Fiona’s show of submission was enough to placate his aggression, but not enough to wipe away the annoyance that prickled his fur; she’d completely ignored his scent markers denoting his fading territory. 

Was she worth forgiving?

He wondered what his papa might do. But then, he wondered what Wylla might do — and it was then his yellow gaze kindled with his mama’s wrath. Get out. He snarled, head low and teeth bared — ready to drive her out that instant, but graceful enough to allow Fiona her chance to flee before her pelt felt his fangs.