Into a land of enchantment

Dante was patrolling when he came across a trace of a scent he did not recognize. Intrigued, he'd followed it until it strengthened and the meaning became clear. There was a stranger in their midst.

This was not the first time, and Dante felt anger ignite within him. He was sick and tired of the blatant ignoring of his borders. Once, ok. Twice, and he'd gotten a bit irritated. But this was the third time. And he was going to make it clear that their pack did not welcome such intrusions.

Arriving at the spot where he assumed the wolf to be holed up, he let out a low growl . "You need to leave," he said, aggression in his tone that made it clear he would brook no argument.