Blackfeather Woods No rest for the weary

Perhaps @Macbeth or @Quiet?

Her claws dragged heavily across the ground in a fit of frustration. Pawing the dirt for the last five minutes had got her nowhere, her foot only sunk a little deeper each time her nails raked across the ground. She needed something to take her mind off of him. If she had been human, the title "functional alcoholic" would have perfectly described her state for the last few days. Everything in her life had made sense, until he had just waltzed in, kissed her and apologized. And to make it worse, Kove wanted to explore the feelings, like, um no i'm an assassin, babysitter and in my free time I torture mutts in a cave, After running the perimeter of Blackfeather a few times, her mind really started to jabber.. And her mind voice was oh so goddamn annoying. 

Lifting her head slightly from it's defeated, hanged state, her eyes wandered before her before venturing sideways for anything out of the ordinary. A few new scents had arrived at their borders, one of which she was still yet to meet. One was a quiet presence, which greatly confused her. More and more seemed to look for shelter in their home as the days became colder. She scoffed silently, they would instantly be run off of their borders in a heartbeat if they even looked weak. And she would be the one to do it.