Thunder Dome Scouting new borders

Reyson’s presence was felt rather than seen—an ear flickering idly in recognition that he stood behind her—ever watchful. It was the drawn sigh from the other—the cool voice in which he spoke as he informed her that they were marking their land they were claiming and had made sure not to cross their borders when doing so.

He must have felt himself a noble man for such an act. Her ire only grew.

There was a lick of her lips—a saccharine smile given as her annoyance practically oozed from her. “I see,” she offered, her tail giving a gentle flick—the stirring of an alluring scent beginning with the deepening of spring. For now, missed from her conscious—nor did it occur to her that perhaps hormones played a role in her quickening temper.

“Well then. How kind of you not to traipse over our borders while markings yours—since they’re so close.” Another drip of sarcasm, and she arched a brow, casting a glance back to Reyson before looking back at the dark man. “I thought I would come introduce myself… To see if a pack of thugs were coming at our doorstep… You know. Since none of you saw fit to show some decorum and introduce yourselves first before beginning your claim. I'm Meadow. This is my mate, Reyson.”

Whether @Tamar would agree with this approach or not, Meadow was uncertain. But the ego on this new pack was certainly revealing itself now—and she ignored the flare of a cramp in her abdomen—still not recognizing the onset of her heat.