Haunted Wood You think you know somebody

Wildfire and Nightjar had just entered the thin strip of no man's land between the territories when the sounds of pursuit rose behind them. She turned to glance at her brother, who quickly whirled to face their foes. She peered beyond him into the trees, squinting at two shapes—one the black female, the other a brownish stranger—running swiftly through the brush, heading straight toward them. Despite her paw, she shifted to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Nightjar, unwilling to let her brother face their enemies alone.

While she squared off with the approaching adversaries, her sibling tossed up a howl for backup, not unlike the black she-wolf. Wildfire's ears fell back, waiting for an answering call or, better yet, the sound of footfalls as her pack mates arrived to assist them. Meanwhile, she braced herself, anticipating a full frontal attack from the pair of rivals.

But none ever came. Perhaps the howls had caused them to wisely reconsider. For all the brother and sister knew, they vanished back into the background of Haunted Wood. By the time a few of their comrades appeared to assist, the threat was gone. An extra patrol was called for this area of the borders, headed by Nightjar himself. Wildfire left the Wardens to it and hobbled away to the rendezvous site.

Edit on 12/16: since this thread hasn't received any replies in over a month, I concluded it. :)