Noctisardor Bypass Stuck In Deep

Ahead of her, somewhere in the dark, a figure slowly drew closer. A voice called out to her, questioning. Normally, Malila wouldn't worry over a voice she didn't recognize, because there were a lot of wolves she didn't know well here. But then she sniffed. Her delicate brows pinched. This male did not smell of Rivenwood. Of any of them.

No, no no. This was wrong, all wrong. This is what you get for wandering off on your own at night, especially being a young, naïve teenage girl. But you would think she would be safe in her own packlands. Soft eyed and rendered speechless from shock and growing uncertainty, she backed up slowly. "Y-you shouldn't be here..." Was all she managed. Not a threat. Not an attack. Just a feeble statement of the truth. How in the heck had a loner like this guy get so far past the borders?

Before either of them could say or do much else, a silent charging figure of a small female barreled past her. Stumbling aside in surprise, relief surged through her in knowing someone had arrived. Not someone she knew, but of Rivenwood. And therefore, someone she could trust. Seconds later, Mahler joined in, his arrival not so silent. With no formal training in fighting of any kind, Malila hunkered back, tail tucked nervously between her legs. Bi-colored eyes searched for those of the outsiders, imploring him to leave before he lost a limb, or worse.