Sun Mote Copse It's going down, fade to Blackstreet

As was her habit, Ragna prowled the borders of the territory. Always she moved in silence, if she came upon prey in her patrol she wanted to be able to give chase. And so she remained alert, though her mind threatened to wander. She took to the task of protecting the Malkaria with diligence, for they had given her everything she needed and more. What else could she do in return?

A rogue scent crossed the border, dashing across it carelessly. The flagrant disrespect had Ragna's lip curling. She traced it just enough to realize that the trespasser had doubled back. His crime would not go unpunished, and soon she found Arunik'ra's scent along the trail. This was good, as Ragna did not know how the Malkaria dealt with their trespassers, and wouldn't want to use excessive force if that was not their way.

She arrived to find the man cowering, laying compliments at Arunik'ra's feet like flowers. Ragna came to stand at her side, though further back than she. The Shieldmaiden would not speak, for it was not her place. But if Arunik'ra were to pass judgement and need Ragna's strength, she wanted to be there.