Redsand Canyon They're throwing bottles at your house.

Her expression sours when he asseses her, disregarding her and continuing on her way. She growls, following him to a little friend. 
What was at first an opportunity, is now a problem. She moves forward, legs like pistons, body sleek. 
She eyes the two as she approaches, silently fuming. 
"I believe I said you were trespassing. These lands now belong to the Saints. Now I'm asking you nicely, move off." 
She turned to the scrawny looking wolf perched on the rock, lip curled. 
"Unless you intend to join us? This one smells like a pack...but you don't."