Darker than blood

It was the thoughtless and the senseless that were not long for the world. If a wolf respected the boundaries of their pack and lingered, that was one thing; if they crossed the border, they were disobeyed a fundamental law of being a wolf. Tonravik had given one such insane wolf a chance... but had ended up killing her. The woman had the experience to know that idiots were more trouble than they were worth; why prolong their life, and waste precious food on them when there were better wolves? Wolves the food would not be wasted on? Status did not matter. If Tonravik herself trespassed, she did not expect to be backed by any; it was an idiotic, moronic decision. She would not support her wolves if they made such a decision; the consequence they were given at the borders would be met without retribution or complaint.

Sometimes, wolves stupidity needed to be beaten from them. Tonravik would have no bad blood with the wolves of the Plains if they learned from that stupidity; but they did not. Perhaps now that they had met with the leader, they would... but only time would tell them that.

As the other made to leave, she did not object. The leader could only assume he got the picture; they painted a clear one, and he had asked no questions. The alpha female was content to spend more time with her Beta in any case. She did not speak, not minding the quiet.