Dragoncrest Cliffs Witness Marks

Even cloaked in the scent of salt water, the stranger's scent did not fool the Tanzanite, who followed the trespasser's tracks at a steady trot as they led up and into the packlands, toying with the idea of simply booting the wolf off the edge of the cliff to their death for having skirted their borders, using sea-salt as a disguise.

What she didn't expect was to see one so young, frail, and already showing deference to her brave nephew, who earned a faint nod from the leader as she approached, slowing her gait. Her tail lifted and her tall ears stood erect, framing her face as she angled her gaze down at the boy's fearful eyes. A soft growl warned him to stay in place as she inhaled his scent, pausing for a moment as something about him smelled a little bit familiar. Hard to place, though, amid the scent of fear and sea water.

She'd spotted his tracks and had noticed the unusual pattern, and searched him for a moment for injury- finding the answer when she spotted the leg that ended at his ankle.

She did not tolerate trespassers- but children would always tug at her heartstrings. Like a disappointed dragon, she exhaled sharply, hot breath fanning over him like a blast of steam as she straightened.

"You 'ave trespassed into Sapphique's claim," She informed him, her voice a darkened melody.
"Stay where you are, an' tell us your name."