"That's acceptable to me." Riley replied, tossing his head slightly. He ran his fingers over his chin. "I can't expect you to keep to yourself if those dogs cross the line." They would have to have some considerable advantage to attempt that, and Riley happened to have it on good authority that they were currently having their own problems - mostly because he had caused them himself. "Our pack hasn't lost a skirmish with the West Pack in over fifty years, and they haven't tried in six." He rubbed his forehead, "Is there anything you want?"