It took me by surprise

Suzaro had come upon Waterfall Peak, the place where Trica had happened to see Migi a couple times, the male wolf that happened to have made contact with his mate, golden orbs showing frustration as he could smell the scent of the brute a couple miles. He bolted toward the male's direction, eyes showing determination as he soon could see a wolf with a more darker pelt than him. His scent mixed with his mate as a small growl erupted through his throat to get the male's attention. He was not sure if he would have to be in a fight with him; but, if he did, there was no way he would back down. He loved Trica, and did not wish for anyone else to steal her away from him.

"You're the one they call, Migi, I assume," Suzaro spoke in a montone and deep tone, the way he talked the first time he had ever met Trica. He would remember the first time she and him had decided to become mates, and, when Trica had talked to Migi, he thought that he was doing something that Trica had not appreciated, the thought made him sick to his stomach as his golden optics met the other wolf's crimson ones.