Meadowlark Prairie Have you come here to play Jesus

She did not think much of another female wandering near her pack borders, after all, it was none of her business. Meddling or even interacting with foreign wolves had wholefully messed up her enjoyment of venturing passed Blackfeather. The Malice ordeal had blown over, not entirely, but enough so that she could at least stand seeing the girl without glaring and marching the other way. Never would she imagine in a million years that a tryst with the female and her own Alpha had occurred, or else her entire foundation of trust upon what she knew for sure, would have collapsed beneath her. Nevertheless, she was entirely done with strange females, no matter if they were loners or not.

The lightning was strange to her, a flash of burning light splitting the sky in a fury, knowing somewhere down on the ground would it's victim be struck by it's power. Or perhaps she was overthinking it. The female was looking to, but she did not speak up. Whatever, not all strangers spoke, she assumed. For once. Perhaps that was better, as the arrogant ones always seemed to immediately assert dominance and claim to be the best of the best, a few death threats later. She took a glance to where she was, near the redhawk lands. She did not have a direct problem with them, and she preferred to keep it that way, as with the rest of the packs known to the Teekon.