Silvertip Mountain with my hand upon the bible

A chilling howl split the air. It wasn't the tone of the howl that was chilling, it was the fact that it wasn't made by a wolf. And it was near by. With her body ticking closer and closer to plunging into heat, she instantly felt her blood boil at the fact that some animal thought it could just march right into their territory and howl without being ripped to shreds. A snarl curled onto her face as she heard Fitz's voice ring loud and clear through the air as well.

She sprinted as fast as she could to the place of the crime, her hackles raised and her eyes wild with fire. When she got there she saw three wolf like creatures along with Fitz and Tempest. She rushed to her pack mates sides, waiting to see the outcome of this threat.