Neverwinter Forest don't you dare close your eyes

Eshe watched Keiran, and then, in the blink of an eye, a man came blundering into their lands. Eshe was prepared to give a gentle-but-firm reprimand when the other went so far as to answer her question for her. She blinked at him, confused for all of a minute, her very expression saying: What are you talking about? After all, as they had only just arrived, this being only their second morning here—and not coming from the direction his mountain was in—she herself had not the chance to make it to that neck of the woods, knowing that if not her someone else would. The most activity seemed centralized where she lurked in any case, and she knew her mate, Kaskara, and Pasha (young though he was) were more than capable of taking care of that. She had planned to go in that direction to get to know the territory more...

She smelled her mate, and then heard him approaching, before she saw him. She regained her composure by the time he was beside her, and Eshe noted then that Keiran had taken a protective step in front of her. She was endeared by this, and knew she had to interpret what the hell was going on. Keiran seemed to understand well enough—he had been coming from that direction, hadn't he?—and her mate, too...

It clicked in a moment. And in that moment her demeanor changed from defensive and confused to alert, aware, and angry for it. Her furs pricked upward like her moniker, and she looked to the man whose tone she certainly did not appreciate with building contempt. It was rare she ever felt so... so negative, but she felt affronted. Her neighbors had neglected to bring baked cranberry pie to their proverbial white picket fence home, and had selected rotten eggs instead to welcome them. Keiran spoke of rudeness, but Eshe felt she and hers were the victim of the others abrupt and passively-aggressive behavior... she wouldn't stand for it.

And you're well within ours, when we never so much as touched yours—nor do we intend to. Eshe said pointedly, and then, Get out. Her ears were erect and forward. They would not continue this conversation within her living room, her bedroom, her kitchen; they'd do so at the doorstep, if he had anything to say. Her plume was lifted squarely over her hindquarters and her tone was stony and cool. She meant business. For the time being, they had settled here, and it was he who had cast the first stone with, and in, his literal trespass. That he was not attacked from the get-go spoke of the nature of them all, but Eshe's mercy would be quite short lived. Patient and warmhearted though she was, Eshe was no pushover in matters such as these.

Her thoughts on the matter were this: her mate knew what he was talking about, experienced as he was. Her mate would never piss on another's claim. Eshe did not even need to question him then, for he had answered, and her trust in him was implicit.