Two Rivers Isle <|°_°|>

Occasionally, as Niamh patrolled the borders of the packlands, she caught the scent of the pack's youth as they ventured out on their own. She wasn't one to step in and comment on anyone else's parenting methods, nor was she going to be the one to follow their youth like a stalker to make sure nothing bad happened to them. As far as she knew, the kids were permitted to leave the pack- so long as they stayed close, which meant that they wouldn't be gone for any long period of time. She was able to keep track simply by patrolling the borders to see when the kids checked in and checked out. It was a simply enough way to make sure that none of them were going too far, or getting into too much trouble. 

She'd decided to venture out on her own, toward the ocean, with the hope of perhaps seeing Coelacanth again, or maybe Caiaphas- as long as her two henchmen didn't catch her first. It was only when she caught Crow's scent, leading further and further away that she sighed, and decided to delay her trip to the ocean, and see where exactly the feisty boy was headed. She moved at a good, rucking pace, following along in the boy's tracks as they led past her old packlands, and to the river's edge. She sighed. The water would be cold- but if the kid had made it across, she'd need to make sure he made it back safe and sound, without getting too cold. In her opinion, it was a bit too far for him to have strayed- but that was more of a Finley and Elwood problem. 

She was able to find his trail on the opposite bank, and was relieved to see that she wasn't too far behind him, as fresh as his tracks were in the mud along the riverbank. When she picked up the sound of his voice in the distance, she pricked her ears. He'd bumped into someone- and here she was, about to crash his party. She didn't care. She'd be the bad guy if she had to. But when she heard the accusational tone he used, she growled. The boy's manners were obviously misplaced, so she picked up her pace- just in time to come into the situation as it escalated, as though right on cue. 

A young, lissome looking female had lunged at him, snapping at the boy and positioning herself in a dominant way. Niamh snarled and raised her tail- but before she charged in to attack the female without even pausing to process what was going on, she was able to notice in that brief moment that the female was posturing, not attacking. Had this been a packmate of theirs, Niamh might have simply stood by and allowed her to assert herself over the boy, had he been unruly. And part of her admired the younger female for showing some restraint- while also obviously meaning business. But her business was now Niamh's business, and as she was a stranger, not a friend, Niamh had no problem getting all up in it. 

"Step away from the boy," She grated with a gravelly voice, moving forward with a stiff-legged gait that flexed the muscles in her shoulders and hips. The fur along the nape of her neck and all the way down to the base of her tail stood on end, like honey coloured quills, and she stared the younger female down, the intensity of her glare and the widening of her eyes indicating exactly the level of crazy Niamh could go to in an instant if necessary. This was the most alive Niamh had felt in ages. Part of her craved an altercation. "And submit. Both of you." She added to her demand as she continuted to stalk forward, ready to lurch into a sprint and tackle the female to the ground if she made any sudden moves toward Crow.