Luneshale Pass forty-ninth

Are you actually kidding me? It was hardly a couple days of steady travel to the ravine, and while Meridian didn't share any kinship or values with the Tribe, she leeched of the protection of numbers, given the recent events. First the mutts from the oasis, then a predatory feline, and now this? A band of buffoons?! After her encounter with Anselm, Meridian would be wise to have caution around a large number of wolves, but she had none of that timidness. 

The traveler priestess approached from a distance, tail held confidently up in the air. The sun illuminated her fur as she strode forward, pausing a few meters away from the group. She called out over the chatter. If you're the rest of that shadow coyote's clown car, you can leave now. Meridian had no desire to guard territory, never mind land that she hadn't even claimed, but she took interest into harassing them.