Haunted Wood the darkness calls

The she-wolf uttered a gruff, deep laugh combined with a scoff at the strange male’s request. While it was true that perhaps a swarm of locust had recently traveled through these lands, and perhaps they had left things slightly worse off than before they arrived, Chroma couldn’t see why this fellows hunting grounds and his pack were any of her concern at all.

Chroma returned his warning with her own, ears pinned backwards and teeth showing. She took in a deep breath; the scent of the territory filled her nose as she smirked. “As far as I can tell, this isn’t territory you have claim to.” The hackles on her body rose up slightly. “I’m not concerned with your hunting grounds, don’t you worry now.” Chroma never did do well with authority.