Greatwater Lake Since when is stealing a crime?

just gonna squeeze in here with a lil cameo unless she gets acknowledged!

If not for the wretched, thunderous snarling and whining, Zaahira may not have noticed the smell of blood. As she followed it closer, it told her of a man not of the Lake, and of her Alpha. Her protector, her savior. 
She was devoted to him, now. She owed it to him to come to his aid. 
The serpentine creeps downwind of the scene, smooth frame now lit ablaze with the prickling of hackles and constricted pupils, lips that curl upward in a pointed snarl. She stays back, circling like a vulture; her set of jaws were not necessary at the moment, though with a quick glance to her leader, she made it clear that she would jump to his defense with one signal. 
The thrum of her heart quickens its pace, her body a deadly cocktail of epinephrine. This was her pack.