Bracken's eyes narrowed. He recognized the voice of a she-wolf, even if he hadn't been around others of his kind - Evie aside - in quite some time. A sassy one... but although he sensed no harm from her, Bracken could not help but doubt Piroska's intentions.
"She's," he began to snap, but caught himself. "She's, ah, I'm her," Bracken babbled, finally settling on, "She's mine."
He lowered his hackles and rose slowly, taking a calming breath, yet his ears still lay glued to his head.
"I don't want to fight," he said, eyeing the girl up and down. Not like he couldn't take her. Suddenly he jerked his head toward the fencing in the distance. "You're not from there, are you? You know the place," Bracken asked with a bite in his tone. If she was...
He took a proud step forward, daring the she-wolf to challenge him. He neared the pup more and more, and with panic realized that she was knocked out.
"Just give me my, give me Evie back," he said, almost pleaded - for there was a sense of fear in his voice that he tried to hold back.