Ruthgar let out a bestial growl, his fur bristled and tail raised as he approached the male. “Back off ye coont.” He snarled, his mangled face twisted with fury. The stranger had come far too close to Mara’s whelping den for his taste, and after his brush with Mara’s brother he didn’t want to take any chances. His sons were less than a week old, and were still blind and deaf, utterly defenseless. He would be damned if some deranged mad man thought he could just storm in and take them away from him. He snapped his jaws furiously, ready to call Feli if he needed to resort to violence to get the man as far away from his pups as possible. Intimidation had worked so far on other animals; coyotes and badgers etc. but he had never tried this tactic on another wolf. A line of drool spilled from his jaws, his fangs barred and ready for use.
This is him talking This is him thinking This is you
