Porcupine Ridge keep it in your pants, son

@Saghani @Capriccio @Farstep See how this goes, Saghani and Tagg might post a few times first and then Capri and Farstep can hop in! I pondered how Tagg might think and act for a long time and... well, WINGING THIS BECAUSE IDK LOL

She followed him, and he thought her strange, unaware of how she took their meeting. It was like the classic example of the man who takes a woman home from the bar, and she refuses to leave in the morning, leaving him with a multitude of question marks dancing above his brow. It had been a one-time encounter for him, but as she positioned herself at his shoulder and walked astride at him, trying to prompt him into another round, he started to wonder at her intentions.

In most circumstances he would not mind having a wolf follow him; this was how he had acquired one of his most loyal and valuable packmates. But the pack was full. So as he drew close to his borders his determined gait slowed, and he spun to face her, blocking her path, barring her from going forward. He had submitted to her control out in the wild, but he was home, this was his domain, his kingdom, and it showed in the proud lift of his head, the commanding arc of his tail above his hips.