Blackfeather Woods A Wolf Approaches

A new scent had arrived at their borders, once again. Though circumstances had changed, for they did not accept just anyone anymore. She ran through the dark forest to meet the scent at the bloodline, her eyes trained furiously ahead. Alas, the had denied more than they had accepted, and it was humorous to see what kind of souls thought they would survive in the Blackfeather woods. And they were unlike the neighboring packs in morality and message, no light strayed far into their territory at all. An accompanying howl notified her that the stranger had intent, though that would not stop her from running them off their lands. Even if she approved, Burke would grant or deny even a step onto their lands, and she forbade herself from doing so in his place.

Nearing the stranger, she noted a proud stance, though that would most certainly have to change if she wanted admission at all. Her hackles raised, though her aura itself would make the stranger back down too. A snarl was set on her lips though it was only cautionary as she stepped up to the female. There seemed nothing unusual about her as Nemesis looked over the stranger. No indication of sickness or frailty. She tensed under the pressure of the situation, sizing the female up awaiting submission. "What is your purpose at the dark borders?" She questioned though no indication of emotion was given. Her cold eyes loomed to the female, as if daring her to make eye contact. It was a test, and she wouldn't bother calling for Burke if she did not pass.