Redhawk Caldera متشدد mutashadid

Aliana yawned as she walked along the Pack borders, this was the second time this day. The norm. She usually patrolled two to three times out of the day before settling in for the day, maybe even four if she feels a bit paranoid. She had enough experience in doing this that she had built a sort of habit out of it - amble along a good dozen paces, stop, scan the horizon for any movements for a good minute, leave a scent marker then continue on. It is really easy when you think about it, all you had to worry about is the occasionally stranger wolf and-

Aliana’s train of thought squealed to a stop as her eyes caught movement, something - a figure - moving along the border's edge, not yet crossing it but obviously looking in, trying to see something beyond them. They had pups that were moving around and exploring - the last thing they need is some creep snooping around the borders. 
She was soon moving again, but her once relaxed walk quickly took on purpose, striding across the grass. The closer she got, the more she could make out the figure, she thought it was a wolf at first, but now she could see that they looked too small... Lanky and thin. Her eyes narrowed and she quickly picked up the pace, trying to close in on them before they noticed her large form charging towards them like an angry bear.