Swiftcurrent Creek atropa belladonna

The alpha was patrolling as usual, making sure the territory remained free of strangers, especially with all of the pups currently residing at the creek. The scent of a stranger caught his attention as he moved, and he immediately altered his course to track down the wolf that belonged to the dark, smokey scent. 

He saw the scarred male standing near the borders and moved forward, stopping when he stood before the other man. I'm Kavik, one of the alphas here. What brings you to my borders? He assertively offered his usual words when confronted with a stranger too close to the creek and waited for the man to respond.