Sequoia Coast Birdsong

Greyjoy followed the female slowly, one deliberate step at a time, making sure that she did what he asked. She whined and began dragging her food away from him, toward the scent border they had marked, and finally he was satisfied when she crossed it and begged him not to kill her. Bright orange eyes watched her carefully, and although his growling stopped, he still watched her every move with precision.

"Your alpha has no bearing on what we do, wolf," he said, his deep voice booming. He was angry, though not irrationally so. Who was this wolf's alpha to think he had any say in what they did? "We have not crossed your borders, and we will not pose a threat. We want to be left alone." With a snap of his teeth, he finished, "You would be wise to tell your alpha that we have claimed this part of the forest. We do not welcome trespassers."