Phoenix Maplewood There are like magnets in his hair that attract planes

And then she had wandered.  Arbiter was not the sort who typically wanted to stray too far from home, but she wouldn't be a proper guardian and protector of her pack if she hadn't personally gone to check out the potential interloper who for some odd reason had desired to settle right next to them. Brilliant idea that -- settle next to two packs that had just been through famines, totally was a great idea that wouldn't cause problems.

Right now it seemed as though whoever it was had left. No fight necessary. She'd done a little bit of exploring and left a few scent markers in a few places as a calling card -- a warning in case they had just headed off on a little holiday somewhere else. Perhaps in another hour or so she'd get bored of it all and head back, but not until she was sure. Though if Arbiter managed to find her own recruit or a nice little snack, she certainly wasn't going to complain.  Investigations first, though.