Haunted Wood we speak in tongues and walk on wires

They hadn't been settled here long, but old habits quickly set in. The beast made quick work of establishing the borders in the days since they had arrived, and now, ever persistent, he patrolled. He knew from the last two times they had claimed a new territory that there was likely to be a trespasser at some point--some dim wolf who couldn't pay close enough attention to smell the foreboding scents of the Melonii that resided here. 

His nostrils flared and anger flashed through him as he picked up the stranger's scent. Carefully and quietly, he followed the trail until he found her, teeth baring as a murderous snarl filled the air around them. The beast stepped out from the trees, eyes narrowing as he took in the trespasser. From what he had picked up of her body language, she appeared to be hunting on their land, which only added fuel to the fire. Explain yourself, Midar commanded. She had a few precious seconds to answer him, although he'd likely attack regardless of her reason for being here.