Golden Glade Two Worlds (4/5)

My other Trade Skill threads are currently at a stand still, so thought I'd throw out my 4th thread for Guardian skill (4/5)

Forward Dated a couple days after this Thread @Bullet

The only place he had not stepped was that of the boundaries denied to him, paws having carried the male only around the areas of the terrain that were permitted. The brown male repeating the same routine, day and night; strolling along the borders of pack lands. Streiter knew he was restless, which was another reason he was unable to stay in one place, determination stirring within him as he strolled in the warmth of morning sun. Amber eyes shimmering in the rising sunlight as he looked out across the terrain, brown ears pivoting a top his head as he listened to the song of the birds within the canopy. Large paws feeling the wet grass below as Streiter came a stop, the mercenary in training looking toward the entrance of the Inner circle, a sigh escaping him, the young male wanting to join his mate within the tunnels, though at least he knew she was safe; along with the rest of the pack.

Giving his muzzle a brief lick, Streiter turned and ventured toward the borders edge, tail swaying behind him as his pace became a slow jog. Nose to the ground and then into the air, the male scented the borders as he patrolled the line that separated the outside world to their own.

Bullet had been humiliated, her beautiful coat now marred with not one but two slashes -- one healed, and one near newness -- and the little hellfire was out for blood this time she slunk towards the Glade. 

It was mere luck that the same wolf who'd harmed her was the one she found that day, but at once Mayhem lowered herself into a half-bare bush to watch, icy eyes cold against his back. Once he'd started to shrink in the distance, the firey wraith slunk after, keeping to the shadows that so well hid her lithe form. For a long time, she stalked him, following his path -- occasionally pissing over one of his own marks just to piss him off later -- and just watching the mutt circle the land. Why dogs had the urge to mark was beyond her, because they clearly weren't out to challenge their leaders, but Bullet herself preferred to show where she was by the flash of her fangs. Perhaps it was because she had no place to protect and call her own, a place she wanted everyone to know was hers. 
Foxes were just so much more wonderful than any old wolf. 

Deciding eventually that now was the time, Bullet did what she did best: cause chaos. She stalked as close as she dared before darting out, silent as the shadows she moved in before she leapt for his hindquarters. Her aim was to both land and do damage on his back itself, even though she had no real power against a fully grown and healthy male wolf. She sure would do as much damage as she could with her fangs though.