Hideaway Strath let us be gone

Whrist found herself in the company of the large white witch more often then she would like these days, but she could not stay away from a stranger in ‘her' packlands. She knew these packlands were nots hers alone, she wasn’t even the tiger ranking pack members… yet… but these lands were still her home and they would be defended by her to her last breath.

He’d know her scent this one would have had to pass her scent marks in order to get this far. Her blackened lips lifted to show the pearly whites that seemed even more white against the darkness of her pelt. She did not climb a rock like Nyra she wanted to be the first to draw blood should he be rejected. Her white blue eyes looked him over this wolf was a perfect match for her size, but that would not be the deciding factor in a fight, even if he were to be accepted she made a mental note to spar with him, she needed to know his strength and weaknesses.  

She did not attack, she waited for Nyra to address him, Nyra acted like she knew him. Relaxing upon the higher ground as if this wolf was no threat. She didn’t like that. Her lips relaxed only a little as she spoke, lifting her perfectly black tail carefully high “Who are you?”