First blood

He stormed home, it was early enough that he had not been out patrolling long, and the sun had yet to rise very high above the horizon. His eyes were flinty, and he walked with a heavier tread then usual. His anger displaying itself in his half-tilted ears and partly bared lips.

“Zee! Come here and tell me starting a war with Ashen is a bad idea.” He growled, knowing his wife wasn’t far away. Sedna was still a semi-new recruit, a promising warrior and healer both. But it wasn’t who she was that would mean the potential for a clash now between the packs. It was that she was his. And a wolf that belonged to someone who was supposed to be his greatest ally had caused her great physical harm, unprovoked. It was a terrible insult to his pride, and put into question his ability to protect his wolves. He wanted to hit something, dammit.