biohazard

Jinx slunk down the mountainside in response to a rather urgent call. Her rules were clear: she did not entertain outsiders on her borders. The pack placed scent markers well outside the pack's true territory to ward off loners before they had a chance to get very close, yet where deterrence failed, action would succeed. A wolf brazen enough to call for her attention at the base of her mountain would answer to her warrior's blood.

The sight was familiar. She found Tiarnán, the warlock, looking much worse for wear than he had when last she encountered him. Though the Alpha female had parted with him on relatively okay terms, she nevertheless treated him like she did any outsider. Her lope turned into a galloping, wordless charge toward the yearling that somehow still clearly said, you have five seconds to turn belly-up or I'll kill you.