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Raven had been roving the fringes of their forest all morning, adding marks to accompany those already laid down by others of the pack. @Quixote had definitely been busy, as had @Rannoch and @Liffey, and she was glad to see a strong show of presence by others of her leadership. Since the Redhawks had made their claim of this place, they'd done their best to run off what few strangers had dawdled across their borders. Raven had never been much of an aggressor where border defense was involved -- Towhee and Quixote had always handled that efficiently enough that they'd had little need for her anyway -- but that was changing now that things were different. The heavily pregnant alpha female couldn't afford to risk stragglers wandering about her forest with her new litter due in a mere few weeks. As far as she was concerned, anyone who wasn't a Frosthawk was a threat.

She was following the scent of her daughter, now, having noticed her distance and discontent over the last few days and wishing to catch up with her and hopefully smooth things out. As she drew nearer, though, she suddenly detected a scent she didn't know, and this set her nerves on edge. Bristling slightly, she tracked that scent to a wolf of large stature, draped in all the varied hues of earth and winter. "Excuse me," she called as she approached, spotting Phoebe's dark form nearby as she did. Her elevated head and tail indicated a wolf of higher ranking, and a wary, guarded expression lingered on her face. "These are claimed lands, and that's my daughter you're watching. What is your business here?"