Shadewood Arriving to new lands

She had found a few places that might make serviceable whelping dens, though Masquerade had not yet made a choice. Today she paced around one of the largest trees in Shadewood, long dead and hollowed out near its roots. She wasn’t sure if the deadwood was safe, though it seemed sturdy enough…

She turned her head suddenly, catching a scent on the breeze. Masquerade just barely swallowed a snarl as she broke into a stiff-legged lope through her forest. She sent up a call for @Riley as she tracked the scent toward a familiar pile of boulders, likely tumbled from Mount Everfall eons ago.

Masque was galled by the sight of a she-wolf lounging as if it was her forest. This time, she didn’t stifle the snarl that burst from her mouth. Her fur stood on end as she closed in on the stranger, marigold eyes assessing the swarthy she-wolf: medium stature, deep amber eyes, fruity scent.

These woods are claimed. Leave now, she rumbled, fully poised to back up her words with action.