Two Rivers Isle who of you will persevere?

The smell of blood instantly soured her mood; apparently, she hadn't been doing a good job patrolling or protecting the limited resources she had. With a heavy sigh, the princess pushed herself onto all fours, turned on her heel, and began to follow the trail leading to Masquerade. She was bristling when she arrived, her usually pristine coat spiking every which way and a scowl upon her face.

HEY! That’s mine!! she barked, wondering if the other wolf was ignorant or just plain dumb. She had patrolled diligently daily and knew that she had kept the borders fresh to some degree—it would be hard to deny that somebody lived on the isle.