Oak growls. "But you came through my territory earlier, which I must ask why." The cat was ready to attack the wolf. "And all tree in a twenty mile area have been claimed by me..."

"You cat's know NOTHING! Not even your own home!" Typhoon let out a roar-like bark and howled, loud and blood-stirring. "I was never in the forest! I have never once stepped foot in that forest!" He barred his teeth, they were sharp, there was a row right behind every normal row for ripping through flesh. "I hunted field mice in the valley." He picks the cat up by the scruff of his neck and flies over at least three miles of tall grass with a clear lake in the middle, a village to it's left. "In case you did not know," He mumbles through Oak's fur. "This is the valley. This HUGE grassy basin with not one single tree in sight. And there," He jerks his head to the last cave on the right wall looking out on the woods fifteen feet away, "Is my cave. And that wimpy little tree shall be my prize to have not killed you today!" He swoops down under the tree and releases the cat, then flies to the top and perches on it, spreading his wings to make a huge shadow on the ground as the sun sets right behind him.

Oak manages to scratch the wolf face before he was dropped. He lands on his feet his eyes glowing a dangerous green. "I would not have done that you stupid dog." A vine raps around the wolf holding him in place but not so that the vine hurt him. The cat jumps to the beach where the wolf sat. "Now leave before I declare war!"

Typhoon snarls, and rips out the vines with his canine fangs. He also snaps off a branch, and lets it fall. "Because why?! I never hurt you, you weakling. This tree does not belong to you!" Typhoon tore into it's bark and made a rather large hole. "This tree is not in the forest, it is not forest breed, and it shall fall." Typhoon rakes his claws up and down the trunk, tearing off branches with his teeth until all that remained was a clawed stick, naked aside from the bark that was left. "You cannot drive me from my home! You have no right! I have never set foot in your land and this area has never been claimed." The big, big wolf stood erect on his hind paws on the tip of the branchless tree. He beat his wings strongly to create a powerful wind. He then beat the wind in cirlces to create a tornado of leaves bolting all around and up the trunk's base. "THIS CAVE IS MINE!" Typhoon howls upward toward the rising moon, the last beams of daylight cutting around his fur, making it appear to glow gold. He had a stream of blood staining his white fur beneath his right eye, but it made him look that much stronger.

(I will draw a map of the valley)

Oak fell with the tree, the wood landing on top of him. He yowls, his leg being stuck. "If your such a great warrior then kill this poor one eyed cat like you have for many years." The cat slips out from under the tree, his leg bleeding. "You step one foot into my land and I will kill you." He limps away the tree that the wolf killed slowly returning to its full beauty.

The Valley from sky view
edit- Don't mind the random letters

(Erm.. no the tree is not going to recover, I was going to knock off all the branches anyway XD landscaping you know)

Typhoon snorted and looked up at what he had done after he landed. The tree looked nice, about as big around as his head and and a tall post. He had done most of the work, but he was going to make it a totem poll. To put the branches to use, he used his wingbeats to blow them down into his cave. It felt better now that he had won it, more or less, from the cat thief. (poor confused wolf you are, Typhoon) He put all the branches in a pile in one of the underground storage areas. The boulders made different levels, rooms, and mini inner caves. Typhoon stored his prey and branches in little rooms right next to each other. Now he just needed a "pack." More than just himself.

Boundary sprang through the woods, he ducked under branches and leapt over crevices. He was having a great time, the wind in his fur. He loved the forest, it meant everything to him. He knew, however, that for many years cat controlled the woods. He had always left them a payment for letting him hunt in the woods, but they neither found it nor ever knew he was there. Boundary left his usual two rabbits in the den under the tree root, and exited the woods right after.