Qeya River devourer

She had woken up before the sun as usual to patrol during her favorite part of the day. Most mornings, Taki chose one of the territories that touched their borders to check on and make sure there weren't any lone wolves hanging around. Sure, they didn't necessarily have any claim on the lands that bordered their own, but she still didn't like the idea of strangers loitering around the outskirts of the glacier. As one of the leaders, she felt it was her responsibility to make sure no trouble was brewing so close to home, so she rotated through these bordering territories as often as she could. 

Today, the malguk moved through the dark, cool morning air in the direction of the river just south of the glacier. It was a popular spot to find wanderers, much like the ridge to the east, and so she was not surprised to find the fresh scent of the stranger. Irritated, yes, but not surprised. She quickly made her way in the direction of the scent until she was close enough to speak to him. You're awfully close to claimed land, she said curtly, citrine gaze filled with irritation. Taki felt she uttered those words quite frequently, and they were usually met with annoyance from the recipient. She was fine with that; she didn't say them because she wanted to make friends; she said them because she wanted to find out the intentions of whatever loner was hearing them. Plus, if they weren't already aware, then she felt she needed to inform them they were walking dangerously near the borders of a pack of very territorial wolves.