Gyrfalcon's Keep Good Fences Make Good Neighbors

Solveig patrolled silently, aware her daughter and a few others had been reinforcing the borders as well. Their fledgling pack did not boom and swell, not like a river flooded by snowmelt, but it continued to exist nonetheless; gathering a stronghold as a lake might, settling into a pool in the mountains.

A visitor was welcome attention, when they regarded the borders with respect. It was odd, though, to see a wolf had come so near them with a raccoon’s carcass. Solveig was not sure what to think immediately, when she caught the stranger’s scent. It was clear the carcass had been dragged in their direction- but the wolf’s intention was unclear. 

She woofed to get the wolf’s attention, approaching with a somewhat stiff hair. The stranger had a kill to protect, but bringing it this close to another pack’s boundary and expecting to keep it was to make a bargain with the Gods.