Silvertip Mountain Indecision

After the last encounter, FitzDutiful was continuing his patrol. The scent of a wandering wolf started to call out to him and it was strong. He was feeling a bit irate still and wasn't sure what the wolf was doing. The scent seemed almost as if it wanted to cross the borders and, as it weaved left around them, he wondered where they were going.

Eventually, he came across the said loner. She was stopped, not going anywhere and his ears picked up the faint whine that she made. Walking closer, he took in the cream coloured wolf in his vision. There was something strange about her neck. Something thick, black and heavy. A yellow light seemed to blink through her fur though he wondered if his imagination was making this up.

Closer and closer still he came until he was at the edge of his borders. He sat down, making it clear from his presence that he was the alpha of this pack. "Yes?" he queried. His voice firm but not unkind.