Sleepy Fox Hollow Watch the lasers dancing through smoke on a stage far away

If you don't have business here, I suggest you get lost.

Wylla had spotted the pair from where she stood atop the high rise in the center of the hollow. She had watched for a few beats, awaiting a summoning howl, and when none came, she began a quick lope in their direction.

It took time to reach them. She was frankly astounded they were still loitering near her borders without announcing their presence by the time she did. They were, in fact, a respectful enough distance away and turning as though to leave, but Wylla didn't much care. One had a bundle of herbs in his mouth. Herbs that she assumed belonged to Paleo, given the proximity.

It was obvious enough to her what they were doing here, skulking about without announcing themselves, and she would have none of it.

She rose imperiously before them with her tail lifted and lightly bristling. She knew by scent these were Mereo wolves, but the alliance between their packs did nothing to excuse their suspicious behaviour, and she did not know these two specifically.

Leave those, she commanded. If you wish to take our herbs, you ask. They are not yours to take as you please. I don't imagine your leader will be impressed with you stealing from us, either, she added as a warning, baring her teeth in a silent growl.