Hushed Willows it's just be-bopulation

A man had begun to frequent the area around his sister's den; that same man's scent was thick along the borders now. As if staking his claim. Tybault had reacted at first with a distant sort of irritability, scoping the coywolf from afar now and then to see what he might be contending with. It was Reverie's choice, in the end, who would fill the space left by Boone. He assumed that she would choose. What was a pack without a breeding pair?

But until then, Tybault wouldn't tolerate anyone stepping into that role. He'd been trailing Dusty Rose for some time, but only now closed the distance between them as the man paused to mark the borders. Tybault was silent, making no effort to appear friendly. He didn't want to be the man's friend. He wanted him to stay the fuck away from his sister.