Grouse Thicket SLACKBOT THIS ISN'T ABOUT YOU

Her muzzle was held high in the air, ears cooped in a forward position to make sure none of the wolves that were settling nearby could sneak up on her. She had noticed that the new land was well crowded and quite popular, especially for loners wanting to start packs. It was understandable, the land being one of a kind, but still threatening to the small group with 2 little mouths to feed. Malice was afraid they might not be able to settle here at all, despite them having been some of the first with the idea. If other packs were holding up the prey, they could all starve and die a horrible death just because they were too stubborn to move. But Malice was also afraid of going back East, knowing that she was certainly on some of the Dark Brotherhood members' blacklists. 

Her tail swayed slowly from side to side in a quite proper and proud way, her position clear for all to see. She may not have the title of leader just yet, but being a mother and former leader of a well-developed pack was something to be proud of. Not to mention she had escaped the claws of one of the most dangerous packs present, with a pup in her mouth. Her pace was slow and graceful, though when she noticed a flash of white somewhere nearby she stopped. The smell of a male entered her nostrils, the scent of a pack she remembered to be nearby Moonlit Hills. She had met one of its leaders before, but never her mate. She didn't even know the woman had a mate.

She raised an eyebrow, hackles not raising. If the situation called for it, she knew where she could run to to be safe. Burke and Aeronwyn would defend her, for sure, and her years of fighting helped a lot too. His scars could not be missed, giving the impression of a fighter rather than a more peaceful being, but she knew not to judge just by appearance. Good evening. She greeted with a nod but a not so amused expression. She had thought with this late time she would be safe. She had been wrong yet again.