Dragoncrest Cliffs The Place of her Dreams

The woman bolted, and the two furies of Sapphique lunged after her. It wasn't necessary, given the fact that the trespasser had been frightened out of her mind, but Chacal liked the chase, and wanted to make sure that she'd made a solid impression on the woman. Trespassing would never be permitted at their pack. Had she come during birthing season, she likely would have been taught a lesson that wasn't near as gentle as this one. She would chase as long as she liked- the woman had no right to try and boss her around, not after being so rude.

Once she was far enough away, Chacal leaned her course toward Quennell, and gestured that they should lope back to the borders together. The stranger wasn't worth that much of their time, and had been driven far enough away that Chacal felt she would no longer be a problem. He'd dealt with the stranger very well- his courage had been genuine, and and he hadn't been afraid to take on an older wolf. 

Once they reached their strand of beach, she moved to where they'd created gouges in the sand from the scuffle. She marked it with urine, and scuffed more clawmarks into the soil. Shaking her pelt she turned to Quennel with fire still dancing in her eyes. 

"What an idiot," She groaned, laughing shortly thereafter. 
"But mon cher Quennell, you did so well,
I be very proud of you. 
Terrified like dat, she'll never come back,
an' we remain Sapphique toujours."