Athchomar Chomakaan

Blue heard the howl of her daughter and took off at a sprint. She made it as her daughter finished talking. Her head was high and her tail above her back. And her hackles were risen ever so slightly. She stared at the two at their borders with wide green eyes and she waited. She didn't utter a word, had she seen how the male had been ogling her daughter she would have stripped the fur from his hide, despite who he was and sent him packing. There was no need for fully grown males to admire the youngest of girls. 

She was not feeling very gracious, but she dug deep for the manners she been taught, and asked them a quiet question. What is it that you need at our borders? How may I help you? Then she stood silent though she did not block her daughter from view, she did hold up a fairly protective stance near her.