Swiftcurrent Creek my name in your mouth, that was all it took

The little Barracuda had taken to the borders today, greeted by the sight of a strange man stood with a dead rabbit. She was quick to wrinkle her nose.

Who are you? She called out, her tone accusatory. To her, the existence of borders made her nearly impenetrable. She could simply run to maman or her uncle and they could do nothing about it! Right?