As was becoming the norm, a bout of sickness had hindered her in the morning, but it was not enough to keep the Alpha in bed. With a bit of lemon balm chewed to soothe her troubled belly, she took to the borders with purpose to mark them, trusting that her brethren had taken care of the first rounds in the earlier morning. Her role was more to ensure the work was done, or perhaps grate her claws a bit deeper into their wooded borders. But what she found this day was not negligence in the borders, but an unknown scent trespassing beyond what was marked into the more wooded area.
Rather than sound the alarm, the warden investigated this transgression on her own. Her eyes were wide and ears cupped forward and alert, searching for hide or hair of this wanderer the midst of the Vale. The scent was easy enough to follow, carrying not the scent of a pack but the musk of the wilds adorned with a feminine perfume. Regardless of the fairer gender known, it did nothing to stifle the asserting growl of warning from the she-wolf as she drew nearer to the scent's source... |