Lately there had been an influx of new scents all over Grizzly Hollow territory, and with it came a form of agitation caused only by uncertainty. She recognised none of these new wolves that had all seemingly arrived at the same time, and it bothered her to no end. It also made her worried about her position in the pack. She was perfectly content with the third highest rank, but with these four or so new scents, some of which that were females, she felt the need to make sure her position was secured. The only way Yvly could think of doing that was to become second and get as close to Oula as she could, but that meant taking on the current second who she was sure she had not once seen around. Of course she had come across her scent from time to time, but now was the time for confrontation, and if she would not willingly give up her rank, she would take it by force.
After making her way to a fairly even ground clearing, Yvly threw her head back and called out for the female currently holding the rank of second within the pack. While she may act standoffish at times, she did not like violence very much, but if it was called for she could turn on just about anyone. That was the perks of only really looking out for herself, but there were a few that had managed to crawl their way into her soft spot, much to her irritation. It just meant she felt the need to look out for them too. But now was not the time to think about that. The tawny female reclined back onto her haunches, waiting patiently for the intended to arrive, wanting to get this over as quickly as possible.