For all your darkness and hope

The female stood where she was, though fear radiated from her very clearly. Verrine drew to a halt several paces from her, bristled threateningly with his tail held aloft over his hindquarters. A low rumble continued in his chest as he eyed her ominously, distrust and wary apprehension clear in his amber eyes. She stated that she wasn't planning to get any closer to his lands and that she wasn't near them, but if he thought that would save her, she was dead wrong. Pack boundaries were not a line in the sand. They were fuzzy, nebulous things with no real definition, so even coming close to them was an offense. Wolf packs didn't care if you crossed their borders or if you came within a mile of them -- it was all the same as far as they were concerned.

"You're close enough to my lands for me to have a problem with it," he stated flatly, his tone and his manner very direct. Ordinarily he might not have been so hostile to someone this far out from Stavanger Bay, but the last time he had met with this female, she had been equally as hostile toward him and he had reason to suspect she was up to no good. "Especially since your island is back that way." He gestured with his head in the direction of Wheeling Gull Island, which lay quite a distance behind him…in the opposite direction that the she-wolf had been traveling. "Why are you out here? Kinda late to be this far from home playing in a rival pack's backyard again, don't you think?" He wondered if she'd finally gotten sick of her foolish, idiot Alpha and the bad choices he seemed to enjoy making. Maybe she was looking for a new place to go? A place run by someone with a bit more brains? He was curious.