Meadowlark Prairie Have you come here to play Jesus

She did not think much of the female, but had no problem with her so far. The scent was of a pack she had not met before, but perhaps Cicero had. Nevertheless, she would need to warn the female of the Blackfeather territory, if she happened to accidentally wander too far. She did not like running off wolves that belonged to a pack, but would do so if she had to. "You are wandering very close to claimed territory," She did not say it in such a way that was overly aggressive, nor threatening, but a cautious reminder like any other would do so for their own. If the female had bad intentions, which she doubted because she would have known by then, she could not be too lack on stopping her, as the remark on her shoulder commanded. It had happened before, and it would happen again. 

She stood only a few steps away from the tree where the female sat, for she was their on her own time too. She had not much interest in socializing but Burke had taught her not to be too unsociable, which greatly confused her. If she had nothing to say, why say anything. But she did as he asked, and she was grateful that he was just asking. But she herself had to be reminded that not all strangers were enemies, only if you made them. She had learnt that with Malice, and would not make the same mistake again, unless it was called for.