Frostfire Ridge it is not meant to be

The ridge was another place she often visited, patrolling or not. Here, she had a good view of their newly-claimed territory; the view of the sea in the distance she could take or leave, but to able to stand watch over the land she had quickly grown to love--nothing beat that. She particularly enjoyed this place because she could usually be alone. So, when she reached the summit, it was to her disdain that she picked up a fresh scent trail. To make things worse, the scent was unknown. 

Putting her nose to the ground, she began to follow the trail. As she repeatedly drew the aroma of the stranger through her nostrils, she realized it belonged to a pack wolf; she wasn't sure if that made her feel any better about the unknown wolf being here, though. When the grey form of the male finally came into view, Taki took a few more steps towards him and curtly said, You're awfully close to claimed territory. Her citrine gaze bore into the stranger, clearly stating that she was not happy with his presence here.