Sunbeam Lair Home?

Day by day, the flora was returning to Teekon. The lair she and her followers had claimed, the space they all called home, was beginning to feel as such once more. She was glad to see the changes in the land around her, glad to know that they would not suffer for much longer. What she was not at all happy about, however, was the scent that had been brought to her by a gust of wind. It was foreign, but far too strong to have come from outside of her claim. A sinking feeling had settled into her gut, but was quelled almost instantly and replaced by an airy nothingness. Someone had trespassed onto her land, she was certain of it, and had seemed to have done so in silence. As far as she was concerned, they were a threat to her and her family alike, as well as to their slim resources. Was a loner attempting to steal from them? Perhaps so, but she was not so ignorant as to jump to conclusions without a morsel of evidence in her arsenal.

Asterr had gone off in the direction from which the fragrance had come, starting off at a moderate pace before easing into a quick jog. Thankfully for her, it was not long before she'd reached the intruder, for she'd been previously stationed closer to the lair's entrance than the cavern's heart. As she'd approached, her pace had slowed, tail raising up over her back while her ears were shoved forward. Though she was fairly small, she held no fear in her gaze or stance, for Ryūjin was hers to defend. "Stop where you currently stand, I will ask only once," the girl stated, eyeing the other wolf with neither a positive nor negative expression; her expression simply was, able to be labeled under no known categories. "You will turn around and go back whence you came." The dragoness had been softer with trespassers in the past, but could do so no longer. Times were troublesome, and she wished not to be known as a pushover.