As a Beta, I'm like Stream's deputy, right?
"What?! A loner?! On OUR territory? How... how could this be?" Inali growled. She looked at Stream's wide eyes.
"I don't know!" she cried. Stream started whimpering like little Thistle the moment she was born. Inali placed her paw on her Alpha's, and pressed her muzzle into her soft, silver fur.
"It's all right! We will vanquish this loner with the help of the pack!" Inali assured her. Stream stood straight and calmed down.
"I know. It's just... I don't want him... or her, to hurt my Thistle!" Stream said. She turned to stride back to her den, when a sudden, long, low howl alerted the whole Pack. They turned their heads toward the distant call.
"The loner!" Inali gasped. A large, black figure stood in front of the rising full moon, it's body silouetted against the night sky. It looked down upon the mountain camp, all eyes on it. The wolf lifted it's head again in a loud wail, when Thistle suddenly decided she wanted to join in.
"SHH!!" Stream snapped. She pressed her daughter's muzzle to the ground with her paw. The wolf stopped howling. It's glowing eyes stared straight at Stream.