Aytigin is challenging for his rank.
It had been a while since they formed the pack, and aside from Driftwood being a nuisance, Aytigin had felt like things had settled down for him to be able to challenge his way up through the ranks. He had decided months ago that he would never be lorded over again, and this was going to be his first step up.
The massive wolf padded into a clearing by the water, where they would have plenty of room to battle it out like they needed to be able to, before tipping his head back and howling for the scarred wolf in particular. No one else would be welcome - he didn't need spectators, and he didn't want this to be drawn out any more than it needed to be. It would go quickly, and whoever won would win. It was simple, raw, and straightforward.
His stance was dominant as he waited. There would be no question as to what he wanted from Yuka. If they needed to talk at all, he wanted it to be curt and quick. No disrespect, no backlash, no anger held.
What happened here stayed here.