Blackfeather Woods the unending fight, to call yourself alive

she is near the borders but has not crossed! you're still welcome to rough her up if desired though!

It was a strong scent that smacked her in the face and held the straggled thing at bay. Marked lands. Claimed. Her paws lifted and planted back down into the earth over and over again (tip, tap, tip, tap) as her form stayed submissively hunched. It was an anxious dance she did, easy enough to read for any possible onlookers. Her form then skittered down along the wall of scent markers by a few yards as she repeated that dance again.

This continued for a few drawn out minutes.

It had never occurred to her that she might have better luck just turning back and heading elsewhere. In her mind, it was constantly forward never backward.