Duskfire Glacier golden days.

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Another soft rumble of thunder echoed through the air, but that was not what drew Ezrah's attention. His eyes narrowed thoughtfully as he spotted the girl approaching the borders. His pace remained casual for a few minutes as he watched, but then hastened when it became clear to him that she wasn't slowing down. The invisible wall that kept outsiders at bay didn't seem to be doing anything to deter her, so it seemed that Ezrah would have to since he, unfortunately, had no idea this woman was actually a packmate.

"Hold up, miss," Ezrah called as he moved to block her. He stayed back a good few yards from her, but positioned himself so that they would collide if she insisted on continuing. He looked her up and down studiously, wondering about her intentions. "You know you're about to cross into claimed territory? Most folks would consider that to be a rather foolish move," he drawled, his lips quirking in a bit of a smirk to lighten the mood. He wasn't the kind to attack first and ask questions later. He'd give her the benefit of the doubt. Maybe she simply hadn't noticed?