To poke a sleeping bear..

Lusa needed to break away for a bit. She had asked Grimnir to watch over Peridot while she was out. She walked along the borders of Blackfeather, thinking of the father and the daughter. She had a feeling that Grimnir didn't exactly, approve of her Dark Rabbit. It worried her. She thought that if her mate could spend enough time with her, he would grow to like her.

 The thought of Peridot made her think of Baldur. Out with Cicero and Damien. He was probably starving. The thought of starving bought her mind to Chevalier. Her Knight. Out there.

 She snapped out of her depressed thought when she saw another wolf. She snuck around to the back of the wolf and followed her for awhile. She seemed angered. She had the faint scent of Blackfeather, but still, Lusa didn't want a angered wolf who was a little too close to the den.

 She made her move. Despite her injured foot she came out and tackled the wolf, attempting to pin her down. "Too close," she hissed, "Back off."