Whitefish River Tokyo Drifting

Another day, another patrol.
 
Aliana ran a tongue over her lips while she patrols the borders of Kaistleoki. She strolled along with it at a lazy pace but her eyes kept their careful gaze on the border and over the horizon. She kept an eye out for any bear-shaped figures or coyotes looking for an easy meal. The last thing she wanted was for another coyote culling if she can help it.
 
So imagine the shock that it wasn’t a coyote that crossed the borders this time...but a wolf. Her hackles bristled with a wave of rising anger, similar to the She-wolf in the Plains, a line has been crossed. Figuratively and Literally. Aliana moves swiftly, charging through the Forest, following after the scent of the Stranger wolf until she came to the sight of the Constable confronting the trespasser, watching them talk for a moment before the She-wolf bolts for it.
With a snarl, she pivots and rushes in to intercept, fangs bared, hackles bristled. She knows they were to give the trespasser a chance to turn and leave, but she was itching to sink her fangs into this Invader. How dare she come onto their land, take their food! A meal that won’t even last her a week! The She-wolf was either really desperate or really dumb.
 
Aliana did her best to come in an angle in which the black She-wolf wouldn’t see her coming as most likely she’d be focused on Heiro to notice her coming in. She sought to barrel into She-wolf, tackling her into the ground, pin her with fangs seeking perch on the nape of her neck.