Precarious Situation

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The flurry of activity was chaotic enough to keep Jinx from speaking, but she would have had choice words if she had been able to speak. While Sitri responded appropriately and bolted after the coyote,Tyrande tried to reason that the coyote had done nothing wrong. If the heat of chase hadn't forced her feet to follow the fleeing Macawi, she would have sharply reminded Tyrande that borders were not physical walls that could be so easily defined by “in” or “out”, at least not in her mind.

Instead, she shot the female a pointed glare before heading off after the coyote. Sitri was already hot on the speedy female's heels, but Jinx's delay had cost her the opportunity to truly join the chase. Nevertheless she sped along on Sitri's trail and eventually, where the trees of the mountain began to thin and open toward the flatlands, she caught sight of them. Macawi could outspeed both of them, she knew... But she had no intention of harming the hybrid.

She had complied.

It was sheer coincidence that Erika emerged in her path just before she was about to call Sitri off. The result was an alarmed snarl as she veered suddenly to the left to avoid colliding with the dark-furred lone wolf. Her momentum broken, the warrior Alpha ground to a halt and bellowed, “Sitri, enough!” Assuming the obedient chocolate male returned to her side, she would rub her nose along his cheek appreciatively.

Glancing briefly at Erika, the female pursed her lips before stepping forward a step or two and raising her tail stiffly. Macawi had done as Jinx “asked” with her actions, and so it was only fair that Jinx give her what she wanted. An approval for an appropriate action taken. She was not as completely heartless and heedless as she sometimes let on. “Macawi,” she called across the distance (assuming of course that the coy-wolf hadn't kept on running), “Your name, I presume? What is your business with Silvertip? You must know to come so close to a claimed land is suicide for your breed.”