Blackfoot Forest give me the souls and the flocks that you wish

The man was not pleased to discover that someone had stubbornly crossed his borders. He could not scent any blood, meaning they had not come for prey or another wolf in his pack- simply to cross it seemed. He let out a low growl as he followed the trail, filled with frustration and determination to put an end to whatever had crossed over. That was until he discovered the limp body of a female lying in a grassy patch. He let out another low growl, less angry but still irritated. She seemed wounded, her tail was missing and bloodied and she was thin and weak looking. He let out another growl as he saw her body move, her eyes fluttering wearily open as she stared to the sky. He studied her for a moment, concerned for her health, before he spoke. 

"You have crossed onto Rosing's territory without permission or warning, can you speak?" he asked, a fair warning for her current position. She was not welcomed, but he held a large soft spot for women, and therefore did not strike immediately.