Moonspear Perhaps, a bad decision (Intruder)

Althaia lay completely still, slowly coming out of her shock and unconsciousness. She heard the voices of two wolves, one angry and the other nervous. Her leg throbbed, and she had a hard time remembering exactly what had occurred, though she remembered the fox, the crippling hunger, and the pack-smell. She had a brief recollection of a shadow on her heels, then chaos. She stared out through slitted eyes at the two shapes, both an inky black.

Another wolf arrived, one with a pale coat of ice. He stood behind the one with the black coat who stood further off, and simply stated a single word. Unable to stop herself, she quaked with fear and pain,ears flat and tail between her legs. She fixed her gaze on the closest wolf, murming quickly and softly of how she please did not want to get eaten and was so so sorry for passing the borders, the odd whimper interjecting her hasty words.