Redsand Canyon Blood In The Water

Her ears slanted back as he peered at her with that mischievous smile of his, that gleam in his eyes. 
Nyra normally would have been stuttering and nervous by now, but there was a numbness that overcame her then, and she just sat there, looking at him with uncharacterisitc composure "I'm lucky I'm still alive, I know." The beastess sighed, "I also know I haven't been the best of packmates as of late, but I want to make up for it any way I can, and right now, it doesn't feel like I can do very much except offer strategy." She sounded a lot more mad at herself than she did at his upward tilt of his chin at her. She looked away from his face as she stiffly rose to her paws again, wincing at the strain it put on her for the time being. 
"Aside from the extra border patrols and networking with other packs, I think we should take another precaution step, such as ghost patrolling maybe a mile, give or take, outside our real borders, so we know if anyone is coming, and can take word back to the Heart before said outsiders reach that part of our home...to ghost patrol, we should make our scents blend in to the terrain and even try to blend in ourselves so those of us with brighter pelts won't be seen as easily, and make sure our pawsteps are quiet like those of a panther."