Lake Rodney But the blood in your heart never dries

*whistles nonchalantly and throws in Ammie to cause more drama* God I'm just good at this aren't I xD

Ambrosia was hesitant on letting that newcomer, that one with three legs, into the pack. He gave her bad vibes, but she wouldn't be the one to argue with her alpha. Not until she had real proof that he wasn't fit for the fen. 
Today, she'd left the borders, but she didn't bother telling anyone. After all, she was just going for a walk. There was a lingering, stale scent of blood ahead, and it no doubt came from the stranger. 
The tawny woman approached, her tail curling over her back like a black flag as another male came into view. Her pace picked up, head and ears high and pressed forward towards Charon, but pelt flat. The pale man was too close for comfort, but didn't look interested in the fen.... Just the one who was now being harbored within it. Why?  
                 "Looking for something?"