Blackfeather Woods change of tides

The ruckus wouldn't go amiss in his lands.
Especially with Puffin's cry to try and gain some sort of order.
Rowan loped towards the border, slowing upon the scene of...whatever this was.
Some woman had wandered in - looking like Maegi or Tundra, for a moment he thought it may be one of them. Except her face wasn't cleaved and her fur too thin and whispy.
He frowned, his tail rising, a frown fixed on his face.

He neared, watching for aggression. Then her scent touched his nose.
"A member of Ursus, I see," he smiled, remembering Skoll Almir. Perhaps he'd sent her. The man never did come back, and Rowan never made it all the way there. He moved to block her wandering path. "Did Skoll Almir send you?" 
Or perhaps she was drawn for another reason.
He nodded to his packmates, who were definitely unsure of her. As they should be. She should have asked for permission, rather than just wandering in.
She could have been hurt.