Silvertip Mountain Are there also wolf gatherings here?

The woman slowed at the warning hiss, starting to stalk around the other with a low grumble of distaste.
"What are you looking for, hm? A male?"
She smelt him on her, faintly, but his presence had been there. Had they coupled? The thought urged her to shred the other, to ensure that her own spawn would have the best chances. The run of the lands. Her gaze narrowed, honing on the female and stopped, ready to launch herself at the other.

"I plan on making this my land, yes. This and the forest below." She tilted her chin up slightly. Why shouldn't she have a large territory if there was a lack of competition? It would only prove useful to her at a later date. The fired woman took a step forward, fur bristling and tail lashing the air. She wouldn't tolerate seeing the female here again.