Duskfire Glacier I just love a good mystery, don't you?

1... 2... 3... 4... The steady count of each beat that thrummed deep in the woman's chest. Before the fifth thump, the organ jumped and then went silent.

She was no longer alone.

Askari's optics darted upward, frantically searching the vicinity.

Soon, each hazel hue settled upon the stranger who had addressed her.

The beats now quickened, toppling over one another in count. 

As evident as the woman's words, it was now known that she had trespassed on a pack's territory. Would a form of violence ensue from this? Askari had never truly experienced such a thing, but she was aware that some groups weren't as friendly to newcomers.

She who called herself Lane approached. Each step forward equaled each step the puny red one took backward.

I-... I wasn't aware this land belonged to a pack. Please, you must believe that no ill intent was meant here... 

The first instinct: to plead for mercy.