As ever, Chakra spent her day near the boundaries of the packlands. She rarely ventured far from the scrubby outlands of the great forest, where the trees were younger and spread farther apart. She took her role as Alpha and protector of Neverwinter's sanctuary rather seriously, and she expected the same of her subordinates. It wouldn't do to hold her packmates to a standard she herself wasn't willing to adhere to as well. Therefore, if one sought her company, they needed only to look near the fringes of their homeland.

She had picked up an unfamiliar scent a while ago and had tracked it to the southeastern edges of the forest. She knew it was canine and that it was not of her pack, but that was as far as her assessment went. It was enough, though. The rest of the details didn't matter – it didn't belong here. She spotted a slight, tawny figure moving through the trees and, bristling menacingly, moved to intercept it. As she approached, she called out in her gruff voice, "Your nose clearly tells you these lands are claimed. Why, then, do you trespass?"

To walk uninvited upon the borders of Chakra's packlands was a fickle thing, much akin to tiptoeing over thin ice. The only ones who were accepted into her ranks, or permitted to visit unscathed, were the ones who played their cards right — minded their manners, guarded their tongues, and remembered their place. Those who were not so careful were generally swift to discover how little sense of humor the pallid Alpha had for such things. She was not a fan of having her time wasted.

She did not like the tone of the stranger's flippant response, the manner in which she continued to carry herself in the presence of a wolf who obviously had every right to rip her limb from limb and only restrained herself out of some misbegotten goodness of her heart. She did not care for the inherent disrespect nor the thinly-veiled insult that lay beneath her words. Chakra was a perceptive wolf. Not a mind-reader by any means, but she could be observant. She knew how to read between the lines. And the lines being drawn here were pretty damn clear.

She wasted no time with preemptive fanfare. Like a flash of alabaster lightning, she leaped toward the tawny intruder, eyes ablaze and teeth bared, thirsty for blood.