Blackfeather Woods Wrong turn

Sorry about the wait!

Letting out a long awaited sigh, she plunked down to the frozen ground. The morning, she had woken up to find a thin layer of frost coating the ground, a mere sign that Winter was approaching faster than she had previously thought. The stress of cache collecting, the medicine, the everything had taken a physical toll on her, as she found herself wanting to sleep more than just her normal few hours. Yet, in the midst of her own demise, everything around her seemed to be fine. They had a new Beta in town, Burke's children were here and she found herself actually enjoying Xan's obnoxious company. It was almost as if she was unconsciously trying to find a reason not to enjoy the time while it lasted, knowing fully something would happen to ruin it all. It always did. 

Only mere seconds into her nap did her nose twitch, a new scent carried along the chilling breeze right under her nose. She was stationed near the borders, abandoning her previous shelter to one less suitable but closer to the borders where a few loners were bound to cross over. Though none had specifically asked her to warden the territory lines, the faster the nights turned cold, the more packless become desperate, seeking anything to hold shelter or food. It was the same thing she would have done. Yet, now that there were more children and she couldn't take the chance of anyone getting hurt, especially Xan who she knew would purposely go looking for trouble. She knew that Burke ran the borders very frequently, but he had other duties too, she knew and whatever she could do to help, she would. 

Pulling herself to her feet, her eyes darted around, carefully but quickly surveying the land. Whoever it was, they weren't welcome, and she would make sure that they were immediately disposed of at any cost. Her pace quickened extensively as her ears flattened against her skull while she traveled toward the dingy scent. 
Nearing the border, a figure moved in the distance, not one she recognised. The wolf didn't look completely like a wolf, to her great suspicion. Perhaps it was one of those stupid hybrids who thought they could pass as being normal. She never liked dog, the narrow minded, premature, distant, non-related descendants of her kind. They were insufferable in their blind actions and useless minds, and she couldn't care less if they in some way shared part of the same DNA. 
A malicious snarl started from the depths of her anger, that this freak had dared to enter her land. Her shadow loomed to the side, casting a dark shadow behind her as she advanced threateningly to the thing. 
"Dog," she spat, with all the hate she would muster. There was nothing holding her back for once, as this was a trespasser and trespassers were to be eliminated on sight. "Wrong turn," she snarled, in a cruel laugh as she dove at the wolf thing, trying to push it past the borders into unclaimed land. At least then she could track it down, far away from the pack.