Erin noticed the prey was coming right towards him an unstable manner that caused him to briefly wonder if it had some sort of motor functioning problem. After all he had seen a deer with a head injury from an ill placed bullet run for miles before it finally bleed out enough to die completely. But something was different from this as the prey let out a growl the closer it got to him. He could now see the young she-wolf as she skidded about as if she didn't know how to walk yet on all four of her paws. It gave him a sense of confusion that was quickly pushed aside when the scent of what chased her was carried to his nose.<br/><br/>Personally he had dealt with this secluded pack of werewolves before though he never liked having to put them in their place for whatever reason. Often they tried to wonder up onto his turf hunted a straying deer they weren't skilled enough to take down. This time they chased a helpless female onto his territory. As much as he dislike werewolves he didn't care to watch someone die needlessly. Certainly not someone so damn young. He would wait till the larger wolf arrived before making himself completely known by rushing from his place of hiding and leaping over the scared pup with a vicious yowl while baring his fangs. Hopefully just showing up would be enough to send the tracker back on his way towards his own territory. If not is was prepared to make a meal out of the stray.<br/><br/>Their sort sickened him with their rules about keeping their secrets but never considered the best way was to stop finding strays and taking them in. It had been ages since he had to teach one of these strays  why his territory was his and that he didn't share all that well. A trickling growl dared the wolf to defy him.