That Crazy Old Hag

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After taking a minor break from the rendezvous with children, the ebony make began his way of circling the perimeter, filling caches as he went along with the minor animals he came across. It was a bit closer to the actual border that he saw another figure in the distance. 
Damnit.

A dark figure, and female. Older. Was she of this pack? A helpful breeze confirmed the worst. She was not. 
Unfourtionate for her.

"Get off of these grounds, before I bury you in them."

The threat was snarled, and as good as an athletic build that he had, he sprinted to her form, hackles raised, and fangs bared, nearly as identical to his lighter leader who sprang at the fae from the opposite side.