Redsand Canyon They're throwing bottles at your house.

At least the Dark pelted one had some sense, urgently pleading for his friend to obey her and leave. 
If only the idiot in grey would get the message. Honestly, were all the wolves in his pack stupid? Or just him? 
She continues persuing them across the sand, smirking slightly at how terrified of her the black seems to be, when the grey turns to snarl at her. Consider the bitch switch flipped. 
"If you were smart, you would listen to your friend here. Hunt somewhere else. This is a pack territory." She curled her own lips back in clear warning. 
The scent she finally recognized- Merrik's Pack, the one Donovan said they were supposed to be on good terms with. Clearly this Sand For Brains didn't get the message. 
"You're from Ursus, right? Our packs are Allied. I would really hate to explain to your leader that you disobeyed a direct order from a leader of an Allied pack. "