Times are gone for honest men

As stated both in the OOC and in the subsequent IC post, this is set outside of DB's marsh. I asked admins to move it into the DB forum so that it would attract DB member's attention but it was originally posted in Kintla - specifically Otter Creek IIRC. I can't speak for ZM's player but Pallas, as stated ICly, stopped before the borders. I'm keeping this vague as I PM'd Nemesis and will allow any edits if she wants.

Pallas would have continued to gaze longingly after the long gone fox were it not for the crashing undegrowth that announced the presence of another wolf. Her attention and gaze cut towards the animal, a dark-cloaked male with a shock of white splashed across his chest. He was lean, almost gamine in appearance. His body language suggested friendliness and so she rose, a neutral sway in her tail. She was about to extend a cautious sniff to his flank when the roaring approach of another caused her to yank her head upright towards the thundering wolf. Every fiber of the strange wolf's posture was aggressive, and wrongly so -- Pallas' posture shifted defensively and she stood her ground. She had stopped trailing the fox out of respect of the packland's borders, and here was a wolf coming down upon them as if they had danced across the heartlands. Sneering, she lifted her muzzle above the wolf's own and spoke: "Does your nose work, buddy?" Where she stood was still a ways yet into the pack's territory, yet she supposed she could not fault the wolf for her devout devotion to keeping the borders secure.

 If the wolf continued her attack, Pallas would have plenty of time to react. If Nemesis continued her onslaught and aimed for Pallas' neck, she would be forgetting one crucial thing -- doing so exposed your own neck, and Pallas would be delighted to return the favor should Nemesis actually dare attack a wolf that had stopped at their borders respectfully. Her teeth would find whatever they could and sink in; that was only if Nemesis attacked first.