Times are gone for honest men

just gonna put this here..

posting within a pack's forum without a) being a member of that pack, b) being invited to cross the borders by a pack member,or c) seeking acceptance into the pack via an IC joining thread is considered trespassing on their territory.

She was taken back to the dark borders, back to the scene of the murder. It did not help that she could not shake the feeling of pure dread from her system. The images of blood haunted her, dripping from the corners of her eyes and she did not want to spend any more time near the dreaded forest. Instead, she found herself replanted at the borders day in and day out.. simply watching. The details of her encounter with the Moonhip wolves were becoming hazy. She knew that one was the cat, and that Burke had come to save her.. but she did not want to be saved. The markings on her neck assured that. She had wanted to stop breathing, the weight of her failure bearing down on her. She had committed herself to keeping everyone safe and the minute she hadn't.. death.

From that point on she was vaguely aware of everything that happened. A walking ghost. But not all got past her.  The scent of a claimed and lone wolf make her angry. Nothing would ever get withing her borders again, she vowed. "GET THE F*** OFF THIS TERRITORY!" She came in screaming and kicking. Who did they think they were, trotting happily in the marsh like it was not claimed land at all. No loner's left unscathed. But one was scented, apart of a pack she did not know. Then consequences was no threat. She would bury them in the same marsh they played in. And she flung herself at the pale looking one, the one that nobody would miss. It was a shot at the neck, a hefty blow that could not be missed from an assassin.