Sleeping Dragon This is either madness or brilliance

Chessur was rambling along the borders of Drageda when a foreign scent caught her attention. One that did not belong to any wolf in the pack that she'd met so far. It was that she knew all of them personally, but she had been at Wintam Dina, and this specific smell did not belong to any of her pack mates. While she knew that she technically wasn't a gona anymore, the idea of someone at their borders who shouldn't be there wasn't something she would stand for. She was devout in protecting her pack, and this stranger was too close for her liking. Healer Suri disappeared for the moment, and the warrior emerged.

The red furred female took off after the scent, and it didn't take her too long to track down the male. She waited in the brush for a moment, golden eyes burning into him as she scanned his flank for a weak spot. He was about her size, muscular but staggering about. She would go for his legs. With a plan in mind, she let forth a roar and lunged for him, barreling them both to the ground and hoping to pin him. Without waiting for further response, the warrior woman snapped at his shoulder, hoping to draw blood and penetrate deep.