Neverwinter Forest run as fast as you can

One ear flickered to the direction of the bark, his bright eyes blinking as it lulled him from his thoughts. Stiffening, the agouti male shot his muzzle in the direction of a swarthy female, who was seemingly traipsing within the borders of Neverwinter Forest. Stunned momentarily not only at the sudden appearance of the other (had he truly let his guard down that badly?) but the brazen trespass, Scimitar bristled slightly, his tail arcing higher up as the unfamiliar scent of the she-wolf came to him then.

"You're on Neverwinter territory," he rumbled darkly, his large figure lifting to his impressive height. Striding forward now, the cinnamon wolf's ears slid back to his skull to reveal his agitation, his tainted lips pulled back to flash his fangs at her. Entering marked lands was a taboo among the wolves he had grown up with from home, and he held no doubt that Chakra would welcome upon her lands who thought it a good idea.