Raven's Watch and as a black hand swept across the earth

The pressure from the southeast was grossly evident to the pirate, who was becoming accustomed to this notion of gaining a large amount of space for one's group. Drastically different than that of Tortuga, where the largest or strongest group got respect and a few pieces of choice land deferred to them. Instead, each pack strived to gain enough buffer ground with the next to provide them with the land they needed for prey to roam freely with little predation, except from them, of course.

The push of the Seadogs and the unknown pack (the Marauders; if Maude knew the pirate-like name of the other pack, she would laugh at these wannabes), frustrated her; why were they so close? Saltwinter was there first, from her knowledge, then the Seadogs, now this other pack? What the hell were they thinking.

Out of some kind of curiosity, the pirate stalked to the mountains where the other pack lay, her attentions sweeping over the Seadogs; they were already accounted for. She shuddered as sand was replaced by grass and trees, a sneer of disgust at the high mountains that lurked in the horizon, then took up her whole worldview. How could anyone live here?

The onsetting storm drove her to lurk underneath a large specimen of tree, unaware of the black birds that lurked above her, watching, only paying attention to the sudden howl that sprouted from nearby. Ahoy? She ventured, walking towards the sound. Was she spotted by the pack? Was it an ambush? She had been in similar situations before, and was immediately tense.