Blacktail Deer Plateau get it together and bring it back to me

The intruder's approach was relentless. Ying had called out a warning — This not your land. — but it had fallen on deaf ears. Her options were limited.

Each step taken in pursuit of their border was countered until the pair were dangerously close. Ying could smell the ire that he exuded, finding it to be almost tangible. He was emaciated but confident: a dangerous combination.

The guardian knew that neither wolf would escape unscathed. She bounded forward, lunging for his throat once close enough to land a hit.