You picked up on a scent. It wasn’t any of the pack. Human. That was human… and it was getting too close to The Den. You prowled out on more time and sure enough: a human man. A hunter. It was evening and he should’ve been out of the woods by now. Your hackles rose as you slunk into his field of vision, teeth bared and growling.

Go on, you mutt. He shooed with a twinge of irritation even though he made sure to keep his distance.