Chimera Fields Straight Out the Gate

A fine snort left her, indignant and unsure of why anyone would ever just invite others, unknowns to walk into their lands, supervised or not. "Fucking fools," she rumbled. It was stupid, in every way, shape, and form. But she was glad the wolves of the Spine were not so, instead engaging any outsider that dared come too close. Arverk was one of those who had conformed easily, and she appreciated that of him. Her silence stretched now, though it was a comfortable one.

Attention swung to the rabbit but she did not go after it, knowing her own limits. While she could catch a coyote and at times, a fox, rabbits were not worth the effort for her large form as she was built for endurance more than speed. She was gladdened to find that there were no wolves in the immediate vicinity, though the want for violence rose under her skin and rubbed against her conscious. She wanted it, yes. But it was better if it did not occur, because that meant the borders were secure.