Otatso Wetlands I think I'm freaking out

At the shift in the other female's posture, Magpie sat. She felt oddly safe here, outside the border of the pack's territory. It felt good — a little exhilarating, actually — to be in neutral lands. Here, she knew exactly where she stood. Although there was much more to harm her here, without the protection of a pack to come to her aid, Magpie felt oddly equal. Perhaps a little stupidly, she no longer felt the need to constantly watch her back, or defend her presence. She was a wolf in unclaimed territory. So was the female that whispered to her.

Magpie shook her head at the question, though a small sliver of doubt suddenly found its way into her mind. She was fairly certain she knew the way back to the creek, but then she had been certain she knew how to find her way back to the Corvidae... and she hadn't, which was why she was in her particular situation. A heartbeat later, the youth loosed a cautious whine. Maybe I am.