Emberwood We can live in a world that we design.

The stranger didn't respond with words. Instead, she shrunk lower to the ground and turned her eyes away, seemingly avoiding Durehviir's pale, piercing stare. The russet Frostfur continued to glower at the mottled wolfess for a time, quietly wondering if this submissive display was genuine or meant to lure her into a false sense of security. Either way, something within her told her that this loner couldn't be trusted and, as her eyes roved over the other's crouched figure, she finally understood why.

Durnehviir was loathe to turn her back on her, but upon realisation that the coastal she-wolf had played a part in hurrying the Ravensblood pack out of their territory, she did not wish to hang around longer than she had to. With an irritated lash of her feathered tail, the dragoness made to veer away from the scene - though kept a ginger lobe trained on the unpredictible female should she decide to pursue. Surprisingly, the spoke up with a request for information, and the pregnant Frostfur paused to peer accusingly back over a crimson shoulder. "Why?" Durnehviir asked pointedly, "so you and your buddy can raid that territory, too?"