Swiftcurrent Creek creeper

Danica's rumble never stopped, not even as the other wolf introduced herself. Apparently she was naive as to how such borders worked. There was no set line, no invisible edge where, if one stepped over, they were safe. It was a zone, and a wide one, where any who entered were too close. And she, right now, was far too close.

Feeling no need to say anything that hadn't already been said, she continued to glare daggers at the offending wolf, hoping Bazi would give the signal soon.