Honeyed Pasture inviting the monsters

Sorry! I had work today.

Leaving another packmate to watch over the sleeping infants and her own mischievous cubs, Doe headed out to check on the borders. She knew that Szymon, Skellige, and the rest of the pack would have already done so several times that day, but it was a habit that the diminutive shewolf could not seem to kick. Whether it was to greet friends or intercept wayfaring strangers, or even fighting for her land, Doe took great pride and pleasure in patrolling their borders. The smell of her family on their claim made her heart swell.

Presently, the dusky she smelled something strange and unfamiliar. Mindlessly, she stepped past the ring of black rocks and wandered into the pasture, ears flickering and nose twitching as she padded on. The scent of Muses was also present, especially pungent in her motherly state, and Doe began to worry for her friend - especially when she caught sight of the Spreader of that Strange Smell.

Doe had never seen a horse before, and to the superstitious woman, the great beasts looked more like demons than deer. Seeing Muses trotting after one sent a spike of fear through the woman's heart, and she gave a sharp chuff to summon the pale she.

"Muses!" she called, surging forward so as to be close at hand, should the creature turn and attack.