See My Mischief Double

The Glacier wolf continued to hound Falwasi, a mischievous smile proudly displayed across her features. She was doing this on purpose, and in aim of what, exactly? The taller wolf rolled her eyes at her opposer's juvenile behaviour. "Borders are not to be made fun of," she said sternly, as if scolding a youngster. They were there for a reason. Even Paarthurnax's brood were better behaved than this; no trouble had come to Falwasi's ears.

Falwasi thought for a millisecond, thoughts running through her head as she debated how to handle the situation. She could: a) call for back-up, b) wait the wolf out, or c) chase the coercer off herself. The latter seemed the most efficient way to handle it, seeing as both former options would involve a lengthy time factor.

"Two options: either you get the hell away from this border — right now — or, I'll gladly chase your disrespectful ass back to where it came from," Falwasi said, a sincere expression across her features, calm as a cucumber despite the slight pique on her face. She was done playing games, no matter which pack the wolf belonged to. Then, she took an authoritative step forward, displaying the genuinity staining her words.

"Your choice."