Phoenix Maplewood First Flight of the White Raven

Amalia loped towards the border. Black pelt glistening in the sun. She wanted to make sure their borders were clear as they settled back in.

A shape caught her eye and she curled her tail up over back, green eyes on the wolf at their border. You're awful close to our border, stranger.

She didn't growl yet, the femme was being mindful, but it made her anxious to have someone so near the pups.