Dragoncrest Cliffs The Place of her Dreams

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The dark jackal too, prowled the borders. And while there were days when the scents became faint due to snowfall or heavy rains that battered the coastline, but there wasn't much room for trespassing forgiveness when their borders were so clearly marked. Often, peaceful wolves wishing to visit and learn more would stay well away from the actual urine markings and would either wait to be greeted, or beg for an audience if the need was urgent. 

When she saw the pale wolf, she was right on the borders, where she knew she had marked. With her tail up and head held aloft, this she took as a challenge- as did Quennell, who caught sight of the rude stranger first. Bravely, he charged, and she did as well, covering ground rapidly as she stretched herself out into a gallop. Her tail curled over her back, marking herself visibly as the leader who was quite affronted by the stranger's display. Quennell would be upon her first- but Chacal wouldn't be far behind, lending her own harsh growls to the chorus. 

The woman managed to dodge Quennell's attack, but she was distracted, haughtily speaking to her brother with an airy, dismissive tone.

Chacal would hit her with all the force she could manage, forcing her shoulder forward so she could bowl the stranger over and then pin her to the ground once she stopped moving. She could have lashed out with her teeth- but she more intended to humiliate and force the woman into submission. Snarling, she snapped her jaws.

"Trespasser!" She barked loudly.