Agitated moose

Morgana watched as the she-wolf crossed over onto her great pack' s territory. Oh the nerve, Morgana mumbled underneath her breath. No-one crosses onto the dark pack territory unless they want a slow, painful death. Morgana watched the she-wolf stare up at a squirrel in a large tree. Morgana jumped down and skidded to a stop infront of the tresspasser. You are in the great packs territory. Did you know?, Morgana said with playfullness in her voice. But behind that playfulness was a seriousness, one that was not a joke.