Silvertip Mountain dead end alley

The stream was long and lengthy, as Echelon purposefully emptied her bladder's contents along the proverbial fence of their yard. And sure enough, right as the last bit of hit the ground, someone had come to investigate. Someone who had probably been downwind of her nefarious activities. A cocky, almost toothy, grin broke across her stoic expression as the darkly coated wolf spoke through gritted teeth. Was she trying to be nice? That's cute.

"Nope." Echelon answered her flatly, letting her smile wane back to the usual frame of stoicism. She didn't need any help, though a higher power may have deemed her mental on her efforts alone. As if to punctuate her point, she kicked at the earth with her hind legs, sending the dead matter left behind from winter about. Scattering her own scent to mingle with theirs.

And then, Echelon started off with an almost gleeful bounce in her steps.

But she was waiting to see if she'd be followed.