The Heartwood No one seems to keep

Dreven saw the movement from the corner of his eye. He immediately ceased his gnawing and a growl lit a fire deep in his chest. Loud, long and mean. He was swift to his paws, tail over his back, head down. Studying. Waiting. Watching. Growling.

Red Eyes took in her form. Athletic, lithe, medium build. Easy to dominate perhaps. The way with which she spoke gave way to intentions, and he knew she would be one that would take her pleasure as he did. However, that didn't matter. She was to near their borders.

He moved forward, body dominant. Brown coat littered in ash, fell like rain as he walked. The bone lain forgotten. Muscle mass tight and rigid.

What are you doing near our borders? Little Shadow. Baritone swung out and around her.

She wasn't across the border line yet, but one more paw step, and he'd rend her limb from limb. He kept a steady growl. Eyes boring into her, waiting for an answer.

I am assuming she is at the border line, but if she isn't let me know and I will edit. <3