If there was one fact that Dixon remembered very clearly in his head it was the first time he had had the she-wolf in front of him. He had not been able to recognize her scent given the dirt on her fur that hid her scent, but it was Clara. And he knew well that she had met him alone, in the middle of the forest, precisely because she was hunting. He had been able to smell savages near her, even he himself had attacked her.

-She's my mate, she's the moon of this pack. How dare you ask her to go