Shadewood Women seem wicked when you're unwanted

It wasn't long before he heard the footsteps of another. A wolf; male by the scent, healthy. A threat. Bristling already, Winterbourne slowed and altered his path to intercept the man.

A low growl began to brew in his throat when his eyes found the tawny wolf; a warning. He stood stiffly, halting a distance away with tail flagging. His posture said all that his words would not: back off. It's mine.