He's out on a hunt with his family pack. There are some new pups learning to hunt. They got kicked a few times but overall it was a success, and his packmates were feasting on a buck elk. He licked the blood from his lips and sat down in the snow, yawning. He was a subordinate, he had been helping out his mother with her new litter for about 2 years so far. He looks out into the distance and huffs. He was bored. Suddenly though, his Hackles raise as he smells stranger wolves. His mom was already on it though. She stands, snarling in warning as a group of females approaches. Dispersals. One of his brothers approaches them, and they seem to be... interacting. His mother sits down. He growls and tries towards her, head low and tail high

"Mother, why are we not attacking? These are strangers."

He growls under his breath, glaring at the brown female who was currently puppy eyeing his brother