Fox's Glade Hair of the dog

He rose lazily, taking a single step toward the girl. If they can't defend it, Persia began in tones of idle disdain, Then it isn't theirs. Foxes, wolves, any creature at all.

Haven't you learned that by now? He wondered aloud, another step bringing him closer. Nothing is yours except what you can take. And if someone else can take it from you, it isn't yours. Not anymore. An essential lesson for any young wolf, though she was so terribly late in learning it.