Whitefish River Do I Even Wanna Know?

It took Riley a generous amount of time to realize his stalker was a packmate. On edge, he regarded the pied wolf with suspicion, his tail slowly falling as it became evident that the stranger's scent was one he'd sensed along the borders before.

Realizing he'd just antagonized a packmate far higher on the hierarchy than him, Riley's ears and tail fell at once in submission. That display was short-lived as the wolf lobbed a question at him that seemed to point fingers rather than pacify. Riley's lip curled, but he had no response. Recalling how Spica had gotten under his skin, Riley looked away and considered just walking away.

He knew that would be horrifically rude, but he didn't trust himself to answer that question. Whatever response he managed would no doubt be hostile and full of defensiveness.