cover me with salt now, show me how
Oula's frustrations were fully unchained as she descended upon the intruder, guttural sounds of rage tearing from her throat as she roughly shoved into the male with her shoulder, still scabbed from her fight in the marsh. He was trying to run, but she couldn't let him off so easily. He needed to learn his lesson, that her pack, her borders were not to be trifled with.
Teeth gnashing Oula was ready to launch herself again at the male before something else came swooping in between them, squeaking and shrieking something awful. Her green eyes rolled towards the small ruddy figure, Oula's pale paws dancing backwards as she skid to a stop, flared nostrils registering the scent of a packmate.
Before Oula could even register what had happened, the dark male had completely engulfed the little mute wolf. His body shrank down, placating submission written across his entire body. The Whitebark woman stood with her tail arched over her back like a sickle, her eyes fixed on him and her body shaking with excess adrenaline as her sides heaved with each breath. The tawny stranger who had remained back had come forward, Oula's attention quickly shifting onto the female and catching just the tail end of her words. Not thinking clearly... Clearly not! Oula's creamy snout remained wrinkled, her annoyance and irritation evident on her face, holding herself back to hear the explanation.