Dawnlark Plains pause for paws

Representing FFR to complete the SFT trio xD

She was tracking the scent from their borders, curious to se if the wolf  that Cita had gone on and on about was still frolicking in the area. Apparently there were wolves around here that weren't too terribly intelligent and knowing that, she wanted to make sure the female with the bad dye job wasn't hanging around. The Ridge wanted none of her foolishness, especially when she was going to just blatantly ignore a pack's scent marks. Forming or not, they'd still been very obvious to even the stupidest of wolves.

Imagine her surprise (not) when she picked up the very scent she'd been tracking, though much, much stronger. Nocta followed it, only to find herself faced with an odd conglomerate of wolves, all wearing different scents. There were two that were vaguely familiar and she chucked those into the resident packs pile. Another with only his own scent and what a traveler would smell like. The last was the old crone, and her bright eyes settled on her as she approached in time to catch her words.

"Well, obviously you haven't smartened up from when you blatantly trespassed on our lands, so either you're going noseblind or you just have that little respect for the current residents of this area. New or old." The last quip she'd thrown in there as a clue to the two pack wolves. The Ridge was a brand new pack, and they were getting around to bringing a homemade apple pie to their neighbors' doors.