Emberwood i was born with a knife in one hand and a wound in the other

pardon the language, will happily change if requested

There was a peace in these woods, one that Menta enjoyed after having to deal with that nuisance of a lone wolf. She had never really seeked out confrontation - brattiness with siblings aside - but her pride refused to fully let go of any perceived personal slights, and he certainly had fit the bill for that. This was the perfect stroll, albeit roundabout way back home, to shake her head of such things.

The stillness of her mind had just been achieved when it was distorted again, thoughts rushing and muscles on guard when Menta recognized a figure up ahead. Recognized, but did not actually know - Heda, it had been called in her presence, and it was the only name or title the Italian could ascribe to it. The only definition of the word that Menta could come up with was "one who most assuredly does not want you fucking around near her property lines," but they were quite far from where they had previously run into each other - and thus, Menta was sure, her property lines.

Still, she was cautiously unsure of how the dark female would react when her own presence was noticed. Menta smelled differently now, of Ryūjin rather than the vulnerable stench of loneliness that she had worn before, but she wasn't sure just exactly what scent Heda had spoken of so disdainfully before. It was hard to imagine Asterr had trifled with a different pack's affairs or caused offense before Menta joined, but one just never knew.

And so she slowed her already leisurely pace, nonchalant speed turning quite deliberate. The other wolf could decide how she wanted to react - if she wanted to acknowledge her presence at all - while Menta kept on the same direction towards home.