Broken Boulder What A Man Can Do

The way Depp speaks to her causes her spine to tingle. If she could make herself look bigger than she has, she would. Instead she remains stoic, her footing steel in her spot. She breaks her teeth to speak but holds her tongue once she's cut off and he, again, addresses the other. It is then she misses Seageda, the depth, her guards. She wouldn't be out this far without them; as much as she wants to rebuild her legacy, one step at a time is all she can take.

Another shows and slowly, Heda turns her head to see a familiar wolf. Dark eyes narrow, presented with foolish information. They hadn't scouted out well enough to know their new potential neighbors and are foolish enough to think they all can remain unaffected by what will transpire in the coming months. Their scents would drive off their prey, strangling one pack out over the other. Thuringwethil isn't going to let her wolves fight more for their lives than they already have to.

"You are encroaching on my hunting grounds, another pack will deter the herds," she tells them, swinging her head to the dark female. They've had their share of failures in the last few weeks; a threat of winter and the Phoenix wolves battling for their own survival. "You would starve your wolves just so you can have a rock to piss on?" she says more than asks, holding her gaze upon the dark female. If she hadn't shown up, she'd been satisfied enough with Depp's decision to find another territory. She'd return home and gather her wolves and, upon her return, hope to find it empty. Now, the threat lingers just a little longer.