Blackfeather Woods sacré bleu!

This takes place along the pack borders

Something smelled.
It smelt like vicious dogs that killed. It smelt like blood, and urine, and...smelled. Vada was confused about the line of smells, having never encountered a pack's borders before. Being this her first time in the vicinity of one, she was very hesitant about approaching it. She set one paw in front of the other, carefully, slowly approaching. This odd fear of smell may seem odd, but strong smells had always upset the wolfdog. She garbled under her breath to herself, calming words that made no sense to the casual observer. "Vada e's g'ood. E'm small no gonna get Vada. Vada okay. Vada g'ood."

Slowly, painfully, Vada approached the border. Her unusually vibrant orange eyes and odd colouring marked her as different from the denziens of these forests, but Vada did not know nor care what lived behind the ugly line. She made an odd noise, between a snarl and whine, as she finally stood on the scent line. An extremely happy smile broached her maw, and Vada felt...proud. With an exicted yip, she leaped in the air, not knowing how else to express her happiness.

Not knowing what else to do, Vada picked a direction and followed the smell-line. Perhaps there would be a prize at the end? When Vada was a pup, the two-legged things had given her prizes. Cookies, yes, that was the word. Maybe, if she got to the end of this here line, a two-leg would came and give her a cookie! She certainly liked cookies. Orange eyes gleaming, Vada hurriedly made her way along the special line.