Horizon Ridge Slime is not a crime

Not far from the plateau, lay this place. Curious and apparently on some mission to explore every nook and cranny of the shore, Huā had ventured here too. But as she arrives, the scent throws her off. Leathery blue-black nose pushed to the ground, brow furrowed. It was no pack land. But there were markings here- fresh, by just one wolf, a female. Why would one wolf put in that effort to attempt to claim land? 

Considering that the border was freshly made, she hesitated. The individual who did it couldn't be far off. She wasn't one who thought a single wolf could claim all that- but she wasn't a mercenary either. If that woman knew how to fight, she could do a number on Huā. So instead of entering, she lingers at the border, wondering whether the strange girl would come along.