[j] conquistador

The creature that guarded the borders so fiercely did no different today, moving along the perimeter with a swagger that practically screamed how fast she’d tear another in two if they got too close. Indeed, she’d already caught a stray coyote who’d forgotten the warning they’d sent the scavengers earlier on in their reign of the Spine. Other predators, even smaller ones, were not tolerated here, as the wolves that resided here ruled with an iron paw, grown only more heavy with the development of their pregnant leader. Their future was not to be at risk and the Beta was ever more vigilant in her protection of all those that lived here, even if a handful of them could handle themselves. She was Tartok. All was one entity, and one is all.

The rain made no difference to Nanuk, moving with the same drive and purpose that motivated her everyday. Her wills and strengths did not suffer against boredom or obstacles, for if something tried to keep her from accomplishing whatever task she had set out to do, she would either continue on or barrel down the thing that sought to rebel against her. As rain was not something that would bleed or back down because of her size, she simply moved, fur slowly soaking up the moisture as it flattened her outer coat.

Ears twisted as her head jerked in the direction of the howl. Close. Too close? Such a thing remained to be seen, mud and grime kicked up as she launched in the direction of the visitor, her own howl both answering and reaching to those that came to the call. She had this, though if another came to her side, she would not turn them away with another on their doorstep. Even the though of an outsider made the female's lip curl, golden eyes fierce in the gloom of the clouded day. It seemed whoever had come knocking had a sliver of intelligence however, far removed from their borders as he lingered.

She closed the distance quickly, her head and tail up, proud and dominant as she had every right to be. Her lips twisted into a snarl, its volume rising above the rain. Even so there was a tilt to her chin, wet hackles rising as she demanded him to state his reason for being here, for calling to them. Should he not answer in a timely fashion (her sense of time, not anyone else's), he would find himself bearing the brunt of her teeth and claws.