Blackfeather Woods your blood drool attracts the flies

unlike her first time residing within the woods and basically refusing to get in anyway involved due to some weird little act of denial her mind was staging as to actually wanting to be there, tundra had come to terms with the fact that this was indeed where she wanted to be and that her mind could relax. this pack was a home, quite unlike what she was used to which was what had stirred her initial unease to settling in the first place. however now that she'd given into the uncanny draw that kept her from wandering far from the looming trees, tundra let herself do what she did best, protect it. and so it was no surprise that when the call sounded she had also happened to be sticking to the forest's edge, feeling more on guard than she'd ever been since finding the teekons due to the melonii's seeming ease at reaching the heart of their territory undetected.

her direction would shift slightly so that her form would slip betwixt the trunks, resembling nothing more than a ghost until coming to a slow halt. a smoky coloured man resides close to the ground- bright yellow eyes focused on their home. an openly judging gaze would travel over his crouched frame before returning to meet his bright eyes. something about him made her nose wrinkle ever so slightly, an odd feeling of unease stirring in her stomach but having no solid evidence for the feeling and putting it down to simply being on edge due to the recent invasion. the ex soldier would narrow hollow eyes as she'd be quick to cut to the chase. "who are you and what brings you to our borders, wolf?" should he request to join she'd call for maegi, ramsay or mou but she wasn't going to leave a stranger unaccompanied at their borders to wait for someone else when she'd been wandering closest to his call anyway.