Swiftcurrent Creek She said she cheated 'cause she tried to get ahead

Durnehviir's scent was strong and very recent in this area; the Alpha female must have passed by not long ago. She might be lucky enough to catch up with her, and if the trail ended up leading back to her den, then Wylla could seek out the pack's lead male instead. The thought of facing either of the leaders made her gut twist into an sickening knot, but of the two, she'd rather speak to Durnehviir on this matter. Somehow she thought the red-furred woman would understand better than her dusky husband.

She flicked her shoulder to rid it of an abrupt prickling sensation, but when it didn't abate, she threw her muzzle over her shoulder to itch it and found her vision locked with that of Chusi. Ah. That explained the prickle. She'd deliberately avoided the lower ranking she-wolf since her scent had grown detectable in the territory, and seeing her now brought back only negative emotions. Muzzle wrinkling, the silver-and-charcoal Zeta turned full-bodied toward Chusi and snarled.

"Get lost," she commanded, voice cold.