Sleepy Fox Hollow took a market of filth and sold like summer

She was already tracking the intruder with bloodthirsty focus when Antha's howl sounded across the hollow. Rage had burned in her chest when she noticed the unfamiliar scent crossing over the borders while on her patrol, and had vowed that the trespasser would not be leaving in one piece if at all. Her packamte's call gave her an idea of where the intruder was, and a vicious smile spread across her face as she realized how close they were. Wasting no time, she sprinted in the direction of the sound, muscles burning as she pushed them to carry her faster and faster across the valley. 

She burst from a large thicket near the borders, coming to Antha's side as if it had been planned all along. The intruder could be seen far in the distance, the scent of meat wafting by on the breeze whipping against her face, making her realize that this was the thief—the one who had managed to slip by their defenses once before. Rage swelled even more in her chest and she seemed to find some hidden reserve of speed as she pushed ahead of her packmate. Her gaze bore into the fleeing form of her prey as she demanded more from her protesting muscles. She closed some of the distance between them and snarl moved from her chest as she imagined sinking her teeth into the wolf who had the audacity to cross over their borders and steal what was theirs.