Lost Creek Hollow make it last, make it count

Jazz wrinkled up her muzzle and flared her hackles excessively, although the coyote was already curled up small enough to be appeasing. With an apology included, she had checked all the major points to keep her from being blindly aggressive -- and it helped that the silver guardian wanted to work on being defensive by springing straight onto the offense the second she saw anything. She was still aiming to look confident and like she knew exactly what she was doing, though. "Well you shouldn't be here," she grated, especially if she didn't really have any reason to be here.

"It's called Lost Creek Hollow, our packlands," she felt like she was being generous with this information but she wanted to drive home the point that this was theirs and not some place it was wise for her to loitering in. "I don't know what coyotes do but you need to go do it somewhere else," Jazz huffed with a stern look on.