Dawnlark Plains An extra hour in the ball pit

Dura rose to her full height,smelling she wolf on the wind. She didn't know if this particular individual was aggressive but she wasn't taking the chance. She lay no claim to these lands but they were in unclaimed territory. So she stood alert,her ears forward and her tail high like a flag.

There was no submission in her stance but she didn't expect it of her rival either. If she was looking for trouble Dura would gladly give it to her. If not, then she could be civil. Being alone had taught her to trust none and to always be alert. 

She waited for said wolf to come over the rise that hid her,not bothering to conceal herself. Her black fur stood out like a sore thumb.