Neverwinter Forest run as fast as you can

Her words stirred a sardonic snort from the cinnamon male, his eyes regarding her skeptically. "The smell didn't slap you in the face when you skipped past them?" His words were harsh and cold, and in turn, his figure loomed ever closer, closing more distance between them as his pelt bristled dangerously.

While agitated that another could be so idiotic and disrespectful, it became more apparent as she spoke, daring even to lfit herself and attempt to place herself higher than him within his own home. A bubbling snarl escaped him then, his fangs flashing fully as he closed enough space between them now, his own large figure standing between her and the heart of the pack lands. His own stance met hers for dominance, this time his muzzle lifting high as his eyes stared her coldly in the face -- a straight challenge. Before he could respond in turn, another melted from the shadows. At first, Scimitar had thought it to be Luka's dark form, but as the scent drifted to him, he realized he was unfamiliar with this wolf.

It did not matter -- he was of Neverwinter and in turn, a brother to the dark agouti male. As the newcomer spoke, Scimitar continued to stare at the trespasser levelly, withholding a malicious grin. "As he said, you are no Alpha here. Pay respects to the lands you walk on." He ignored her demand of his name -- she was the one dancing on his pack borders, she held no right to question him.