Broken Boulder And thr wolves howled,"Let them come."

@Dio

Lorne padded through the early spring scrag of Broken Boulder. She had her nose down low, sniffing at the faint scents of the rogues. 

Hopefully she could find one. She didn't want this to resort to violence, perhaps they would leave willingly. It would be in their best interest. Drageda was larger than the band of loners, at least she presumed it was. 

Even if they were defeated by this pack, they would come back with reinforcements if necessary. If it came to that these rogues wouldn't be leaving alive. Heda could be ruthless she knew, like with that Phoenix boy who had unkowingly crossed the river. She had heard about that through the grapevine around the territory.

She came upon no fresh scents, all were old and stale. She was glad there would be no unnecessary conflict. She turned and made her way back to Thuring to let her know no one was here.