The pack of Savages was moving strategically. The trackers had detected the movement of all the wolves of the now enemy pack that had already entered their grounds. Once that was done they were within their rights to defend themselves as they chose and not even the council could do anything to justify them. And Clara knew very well the reason why they were there.

They had split into four groups and were sneaking through the terrain to surround the invaders.

Ethan, who was walking behind Clara, opened his mouth and bit the she-wolf's tail. The latter gritted her teeth before letting out a squeal. She looked back, sticking her tail out as he loosened his grip which was meant to get her attention, and with it she slapped his cheek. Dixon at his side, even as he was alert and hunched over on the ground let out a snort. Ethan grunted in response.

-Clara scolded the two of them.

The wolves behind them for some reason sensed that their alpha, despite her words seemed really relaxed with her