Blackfeather Woods If this is to end in fire

@Vaati feel free to stop him and use this as a merc thread or something

Winter was coming, and once more Potema was pregnant. He had upped his hunting, and patroling the borders in anticipation for the new pups, though he knew not the father. He did not smell her leaving when her heat came, and could only speculate who the father was. Meldresi had left their home, not only to spread the influence of the Dark Brotherhood, their Lady Mephala and their Lord Sithis, but to mix the blood. She had not taking a sibling as a mate — if she had, he would be a viable choice, now that he thought about it — or even a cousin. They had thought that she was merely barren, but he had known better. He thought that Potema would be the same, searching outside their borders for a mate, rather than keeping the blood pure. But he had suspicion that she might have relapsed into the Meloniis' old habits. 

He contemplated this as he took his usual stance patrolling the borders. Children were children no matter who was their father. If these were children of sibling-blood, then they needed all the food they could to ensure their survival, for however long. So he guarded the borders with a greater ferocity than before, keeping a keen eye on the lands outside their borders.

His vigilence did not go without results. The flash of an unfamiliar pelt in the distance caught his eye, and his body straightened as he became alert. He strode forward, his instinct mapping out the situtation before it became clear to him. When the woman's head poked back through the Woods, he barrelled forward, a snarl growing in his throat. Don't you dare, The old assassin roared, anger driving his paws after the woman. He couldn't abide blatant trespassing, especially not now. She would be lucky to leave alive after this; they needed a new addition to their border decorations anyway.