Forgotten is the race that no-one knows

Arayne turned her head to look at the scratched tree, then back at the wolf, matching her raised eye brow with one of her own. "No," she responded, "because where I come from, wolves don't mark their territory like bears do." Normally rather noncombative, she was fed up with being pushed around, and was putting her paw down. She wasn't leaving.

It wasn't like they couldn't share the territory anyway. She doubted there was any real prey around, so they weren't fighting over sustenance, just bedding areas. And pride, she thought, sizing up the wolf in front of her. It would be unlikely that either of them would simply back down.