Sleeping Dragon love isn't brains, children, it's blood

“The borders is what marks our claims as ours. Inside them is where we live and what we must protect. It is why you are safe inside them. Other wolves are not allowed to cross them and those that do, well,” she pauses, lifting her gaze from the puppy to the spot where the hare had been. She squints a little, realizing it is no longer there. “Wolves that cross the border do not often make it back out alive.” There is no need to sugar coat it or act like it is so horrible thing. It happens, it has happened before, and some have gone away lucky but for the most part they remain steadfast.

Thuringwethil looks back down only to gesture so they can walk further, leading her to the other end of the geyser field. “It smells strongest of all of us that this is our land.”