Ravensblood Forest she was doted upon by all her worker bees

IIII completely forgot about this thread, I'm so sorry.

They paid almost no mind to their southerly neighbours, but when Ingram and Wylla chanced upon their ill-maintained border—not realizing, of course, that the resident pack was soon to leave the area and didn't need to maintain their claim—her lips unfurled into a churlish grin. "Hey, check out this place," she said with a sharp gesture to the forest, even as Ingram investigated the borders for himself. "Nice place, hey? We should take it."
She wasn't entirely serious, of course. Ankyra Sound may have been dismal and grey, but it was home. This place was more thickly wooded than their abode, but lacked the history that the Sound had, which made it utterly undesirable to her. Nevertheless, she crossed the borders with nary a thought to the consequences. There was a pack here, small in number, and that meant there were spoils to be had.
When Ingram hailed her, Wylla loped toward him, tail bobbing and tongue lolling. "Something good?"

And then Ingram and Wylla tried to raid Ravensblood Forest and were stopped by Durnehviir and Constantine.