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He sensed disappointment- but he would insist, still, that he take her back to the borders, and led the way knowing that if the wrong wolf showed up, they might act with hostility. She would be safer once she was no longer within their borders, and even though he would vouch for her, he doubted very much that his mother would allow a creature she did not know or recognize to pass their markings. He knew that his mother would hunt down and kill other predators like coyotes or foxes if they came even remotely near the borders- so he assumed she would not treat his new companion any different. 

He was silent as he moved, and some of his anxiety might have shown in how he checked back on her frequently, making sure she was still with him- and keeping his senses sharp should he hear, see or smell his mother anywhere nearby. He moved at a swift walk, having not noticed that she'd stopped, but when he looked back again, she was still following him. His nose led him to the area with the freshest markings, which he sniffed and reinforced, before he finally heaved a small sigh and turned to face her. "There." He huffed softly. "It's just...Safer if we're outside the borders. Some of the wolves in my pack aren't too keen on strangers," He said, grimacing a little.