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In her eagerness to reprimand someone who was— to her— the outsider, Emaleth had not seen the other concealed just behind. As the dark woman moved, her gait relaxed and almost predatory, to reveal her companion... that was when the yearling faltered, pausing in her approach. But she steeled and straightened herself as the other drew closer, spitting out words in a language she didn't understand— You in like way?— her eyes narrowed slightly at that. As a wolf fluent in several languages, Emaleth knew all too well the arrogance in the act of speaking in a language you knew the other did not understand.

And so she said, scathingly, "Soith sotalach."

"These lands are claimed," she repeated slowly, as if the other were dense. "What is your business here, outsider?" Wildfire had given her a chance despite her mistake, and she would extend the courtesy to this one— though she seemed to have little respect for the laws that bound all wolves. Emaleth was not prepared for a fight and knew it, and she would not win two-against-one even if she had more experience. After a moment of consideration, and without waiting for the other to respond, the yearling lifted her head to loose short warning barks to the rest of the pack.