Nova Peak Aw, These Pretzels Suck!

The bones and carcass of the rabbit went forgotten. It seemed as though he wouldn't be eating much more than he'd already managed. This woman was certain he was in the way, or someplace he shouldn't be, or number of combination of things he either didn't care to understand. He'd eat up and be on his way regardless. Of course, she didn't know that. It also appeared as though she was just doing her job.

"I do now," he mentioned, rolling his tongue around his chops to clean off his face. The scent of dead rabbit was currently overpowering the scent of pack which suggested he was somewhere around the fringes of pack bounds. Not too close to the heart of this place, but definitely too close for comfort.

As for the rabbit he'd been eating? "Actually no. This rabbit only happened upon your lands towards the end of the chase. It'd be a shame to let it go to waste simple because it 'was on base'." A tag reference, but it got the point across. Territories we just fine lines of smell designed for other wolves, not rabbits.