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Along the outskirts of the borders, Echelon had picked up on the scent of a vagrant. With all the trouble they had been having, this came as little surprise to her that they would have anyone or anything poking around the borders that they had been working to keep free of foolish creatures. She moved quietly and quickly, stalking in their snaking steps along that outer fringe... just waiting. That moment she found where their musk crossed over those borders, it would be the end of them.

But as her steps went on, she found that they hadn't. And in a short distance later, she found the weary form of someone lounging around. That's how it looked to her, lounging. Though it was kind of an awkward sight to see, given the physique of the creature before her. This did not deter the Tartok wolf any, and she growled lowly as she narrowed down that distance between them, brushing past young ferns and bristling as she rose to a fuller height that she could muster. It was a warning, a demand for reasoning, even when drawn up into her aggression she was still smaller than the wolf she had come across. It didn't matter at any rate; Echelon would curb this nonsense of lingering at their door.

How it went would be entirely up to the vagrant and their lounging.