Bearclaw Valley I was only having fun

The noise drew him in. First, his fur bristled. And only after, did his head lift. 

Straightening his posture, despite the scream in his shoulder suggesting he do otherwise, he stared pointedly at the obstacle that so happened to be another wolf. 

They didn't seem interested in moving, but he wasn't any keener to stand and bicker in favor for the path she blocked him from using. 

Keep it cool.

The voice of reminder rang in his head as words slipped his tongue. Do you claim this valley, or is there some other reason warranting you to prevent my passing? His tone is thick with baritone, but is kept cool and collected.