Lost Creek Hollow The Wind that Ruffled my Fur

The druid was soon accompanied by the wolves she called for, Haven and Jazz. She nudged the two of them with her shoulder before turning her attention back to the black wolf in front of them. The wolf let out a whine, then a saddened howl. But to whom was she calling? 

The druid kept her eyes narrowed, black lips still curled over in a snarl. The black wolf then mumbled, saying it would leave. Quickly it ran off, Shikoba lowered her stance and looked towards her family. "Shikoba will see if black one leave" she spoke, dipping her head in thanks for the others for joining her.

There, she ran off in a sprint, wanting to make sure the intruder was out. Another howl echoed through the hollow, the druid picked up her pace. The last thing she wanted was for the black one to rally its' friends and wage war on the Hollow Wolves.

Panting a bit after her run, she saw the black wolf out of the territory and away from the border. Shikoba lifted her stature, then scented the borders once more. It strongly stated "Lost Creek Hollow Territory, Keep Out". Happy with her scenting, she kept her eyes on the unnamed wolf before slowly backing into the canopy of trees, though staying close enough o keep watch.