Hideaway Strath we're in international waters

Arashi was on edge, and rightly so. The incident with the dark furred beast had set his fury aflame. Now, more than ever, he spent nearly every second of the day with an eye held close upon his mate and daughter. 

Part of him felt guilt for not being present when the stranger attacked in the first place; but there was nothing he could do now, other than ensure it did not happen a second time. And it wouldn't.

When a call from the border came, the jarl's fur stood high on end. Whether they had good intentions or bad, the idea of a stranger lurking near was unsettling.

Quickly, he finished digging the new cache for prey before shaking off what he could of the excess dirt and then heading towards the direction of the border.

As he came into sight, Fury's frame was quickly spotted. He had expected she would be here. More often than not, she was always the first to arrive.

Traipsing close, Arashi moved to stand directly by her flank, leaning against it slightly. While the stranger they faced did not seem a threat, his body language showed clear possessiveness and vigilance. If they moved too close, for any reason, he would not waste even a second to lunge forward and strike.