Firefly Glen seem to paint a red line

The scent markers hadn't been strong, if they'd been there at all. Ying hadn't meant to trespass; she actually thought the other two were invading her little claim. Having realized that this was not the case, she allowed herself to feel an otherwise absent guilt. I no...know this, she explained with a shake of her head, I leave.

There was respect to be had for a pack's boundaries. Ying stood and moved to walk away, tail tucked as she went. She would leave the glen eventually, but she needed time to recover first.