Whitefish River Forever Wandering

Ira moved along the borders, it was more or less just to stretch her legs. She had slowed down since her belly swelled but the itch to move only intensified leaving her with nothing else to do but find excuses to leave the den. The Constable opted for the river's edge figuring it gave the most protection and often was the quietest, but today seemed to prove her wrong. Up ahead the sound of water thrashing caught her attention. At first, she believed it to be Evergreen or one of their other members that frequented the fishing grounds, but as she neared the sound Ira's golden gaze fell on the stranger.

He was large, much like herself, but his stature reminded her more of her father. This, of course, was not the Patriarch, but someone who had wandered a bit too far and given the scars on his face stood as a potential threat. Perhaps it would have been smart to leave given her pregnancy, but she was still within pack lands, if she needed back up she could easily call, not to mention she was the most experienced when it came to combat. Surely she could get to safety if it came to that. Decision made, Ira moved closer, head held high to show her authority as she gave a chuff signaling her presence. Do you often hunt on claimed lands? To be fair, the male had not traveled deep into the territory, but it was still their grounds. Surely he smelled the borders?