Blackfeather Woods sordid details following

@Burke 10 posts!!! I'll archive

Nemesis ran after the trespasser, eyes gleaming with the thought of the girl's blood on her paws, but she wouldn't go alone. Glancing back, Burke had charged too, and she matched her pace with his, in case he called off the charge. 

The female's scent was on her mind, it filled her nose, the scent imprinting itself on her conscious. If ever she got the faintest whiff of the particular scent, all hell would break loose, and she would break it in order to get to this wolf. If this was what Blackfeather was like everyday, there was no chance she would ever leave, rest her thoughts of not getting along. She had never felt so alive as she chased down the wolf across the territory lines.