@Beric
Um, I took a few liberties with setting because I couldn't find a description. If I need to change anything let me know! <3
The winds that blew in from the sea carried with it the scent of a pack. She'd caught it earlier while wandering the high meadows in the foothills of Horizon Ridge. There were aging signs of pack life on the ridge, but the old dens and meeting grounds, were becoming overgrown. The situation intrigued her. These coastal packs were not an uncommon sight to her, but certainly a welcome one and Solveig had a mind to investigate further.
She followed the winding trails down from the tall, summer swept grasslands of the mountains, past burbling creeks that fanned out across the lower plains leading to the bay. No more than half a day passes before she finds herself just beyond the borders. She takes a hard left, walking parallel with the territory markers, stopping occasionally to sniff at them.
When she finally stops, it is simply to stoop down and roll her shoulder and chest into one relatively fresh marker. One ear remains cast towards the interior as she works the scent into her pale fur.
Sounds good! Thanks for starting! Also, I didn't know Beric was going to be so angry. >_<
Beric was in a very grumpy mood. It was rare that anyone found him in anything less than a good mood, and he knew he wasn't good company. So, instead if hanging out with his pack mates, he decided to patrol the border. Maybe the exercise would do him some good and calm him down some. He was upset at the intruder earlier in the day, and he felt the need to prove these borders were secure from outsiders. His seriousness to his duty today left little room for niceness.
With his grumpiness at full throttle, it was really bad luck for the wolfess who decided to meander around the territory, and then roll in their scent markings. If she was close enough to do that, he felt she was technically trespassing. His ears flattened, and his lowered as he watched her, anger in his eyes. He was mostly hidden from her in the brush, but his anger blew its top and he came barreling out at her, mid-way through her roll in the grass. He growled, attempted to maneuver so that he was on top of her, standing over her. His teeth were barred as he growled at her again, the anger in his voice evident. Make one wrong move, and it will be the last one you make, he said, making sure he had her full attention. What are you doing on my borders? He may not be the leader, but he was certainly acting liking it at the moment with this intruder. His hackles remained raised with his tail in an obvious form of dominance and aggression. He wanted it clear he was to be respected and feared, and that she had made a mistake.
He was not usually this aggressive, but, like his leader, he was getting pissed off that so many wolves were taking liberties with their borders. Beric was extremely protective of his family and he would do what it took to make sure word spread that the Stavanger Bay borders were not to be crossed.
He's cute in a blustery grump sort of way. xP
Solveig senses the observer just a moment too late.
Instead of trying to spring up to meet the angry wolf head on, she rolls completely onto her side as he collides with her and twists so that her front paws connect with his chest to keep him away from her vital areas. Her lips pull back, flashing teeth in a quick warning, but she does not growl or snap in retaliation. The male is just as large as she is, and she knows there will only be pointless bloodshed if she resists.
At his words, her eyes narrow a fraction. "Alphas are not often seen on alone on the borders unless they are quite bold, or very foolish." She remarks coolly. "Had I been a danger to you, you would already be wounded or worse. Think on that." Solveig knits her brows as she watches his reaction, but remains submissive beneath him.
Solveig steadies herself when he throws his weight into her paws and clicks his teeth together near her face. Her shoulders grind into the grass from the force of his push, causing her to huff with discomfort. Her eyes flash to his knife-life teeth, returning to his face only a second later. There is no fear present in her expression, but the flames of her curiosity is kindled and, if he is any good at reading others, he might just see it in her eyes.
"It was no threat." She bites out, accenting each word with careful annunciation. But this tone passes quickly, "You should be more careful, protector." She says, softer this time. "There are those in this world who do not fight with honor and would sooner kill you than give you a chance to ask questions."
She does not give him time to respond, and fixes him with a pointed look. "I came to meet with fellow sea kin and speak of this land. That is all."
The sun-splashed she wolf waits as he hazards out whether or not to trust her words for what they were truly worth, and her expression remains blank save for the burning curiosity in her eyes. She nods once, then again; he finally backs off, and she takes the chance to roll onto her stomach, then to her feet. She lowers her head so it hangs parallel with her back out of deference to him. The change in his expression was noted with a forward twist of her left ear.
To his question, she responds, "Broddr Rise, to the north by many days." She pauses briefly before adding, "I come alone. You have my word." With that she fell patiently silent again, waiting for permission to speak freely.