Flycatcher Downs but you lie

The crunch and the following voice comes from what is only a little thing. Dyone cannot help but be amused. You speak as though you are accusing me of something. She does not hesitate to approach the other; there is something about towering over another wolf that never ceases to bring her satisfaction. I am not within a territory that has a claim staked on it. She muses at her words.

It is the height of the year, I have no intention of being bothered by a breach of borders. Spoken as though the crossing of another's borders would be an inconvenience to her, rather than the pack. She lifts her nose again now, tail lifting to mimic the smallers. There is no deference in her stance. Deer walk nearby.

Not as good as an elk, but they were a meal larger than a rabbit. More than enough to feed herself, too.