
Bear, Slate, old hunter & Carmen

Cole stepped forward, muscle rippled under his pelt, what some might mistake for fat was 100% muscle. He was a fighter for a reason, "Then i suggest you keep the remaining pup out of our territroy and not wander so close to our borders where you can hook prey the moment it leaves, or so your stench doesn't leak over the borders. You wouldn't be foolish enough to pick a fight with a brute in his prime, with a healthy pack and multiple moons of extensive training. Or are you that judgy that you think I cannot hold my own?" Cole challenged, eyes narrowed. (Mind you he weighs nearly 150 pounds. No match for an older wolf.) "You are a loner, this is not your territory as you have said before you wander from place to place. You have no rightful home. Cross into Alvery Pine's territory I personally will hunt you down." He said coldly. Flicking his tail, (sorry for brief control) Cole lead the patrol right inside the border. Standing there he glared at Old hunter.










