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Since Ragnar had left on his outrider trip, Thistle had been tirelessly patrolling the borders and hunting. Often taking one of her children with her, or all three. Gunnar wanted to be a warrior so he should learn how to be offensive and defensive all at once. Today though she was on her own. Small petite paw steps took her towards one end of the territory borders to the other. Blue eyed gaze was fixed on the horizon as she walked. Ever so often stopping to scratch, or roll or urinate, whatever she could do to keep the pack lands known.

Most patrols were uneventful, today was not to be so. As she walked she kept her sights on the surrounding area, and was surprised to see another wolf. Hackles raised and tail held stiffly above her head, she stalked towards the other. She was not trying to be overly aggressive, but the other wolf was near her borders and she didn't like it. Hello May I help you? You are so close to our borders? She grew quiet then and waited patiently for the she wolf in front of her to speak.