and fill your heart with smoke

yes, i think they can intervene at any point. we are on their territory.. or borders, really!

He watched the dog as she approached, his expression somewhat attentive. Without being abashed, his gaze trailed plainly on her incurred wounds -- each of which looked quiet gruesome in appearance.

He did not recognize her, yet she seemed to fit the gamut of the Lab's favored test subjects - dubious breeding, moderate stature, and thus far, apparently somewhat social. His gaze then reverted back to the frontier where he knew a cache was. He was ever so hungry.

Like her, stiffness assuaged him -- and he rose tenderly to all fours and stalked forwards. Following his nose, the male started to carefully tread dangerously on pack territory. Thus far, he saw nor scented no wolves -- he was on high alert since his last forray into pack-lands -- he had no intention of being caught this time.