Silvertip Mountain with my hand upon the bible

Copper was going after some small game, when a foreign howl filled the air, followed by Fitz's call to duty. Copper bounded down the newly made path, pushing himself to the limit in order to get there in time. No one was going to take the Infamous mountain protectors' homeland. What legendary beast would he be then, cold, near death, stranded on a mountain without a reliable source of food or a home? Copper arrived on the scene, a bit late, but still with energy to spare.

Copper skidded to a stop next to his packmates, ready for anything.
"What's the situation.?" Copper said, not expecting an answer, but open to one, wherever it came from. Copper had stuck to hunting food that ran away. Food that fought back though..
Copper was dissapointed to see that they were similar species to wolves. A bunch of wannabes. Aliens.
Trespassers.