Haunted Wood you can run on for a long time

when she returns a day later to the border, it is hard not to miss the way @Valour had laid his scent over each of her own, with an accuracy that had to be intentional. he's angry, and she supposes that it may not ever really ebb entirely; eventually, he'll challenge her again. until then, she can only prepare. 

she moves at a slower clip along the border, remarking all her old places any scent of Valour she finds beside. should he come this way again, he'll know she's noticed, and just as willing to defend her new place as he might be to fight for it, eventually. 

@Serem

She had stayed away from the young ones rank challenge and only heard the outcome that the female had one. Good for her; it showed she was actually learning something; she showed great promise. 

Speaking of the female she noticed her in the distance. "Good job on your win." It was a compliment but it lacked emotion regardless.

the approach of serem was sudden, her congratulations slightly surprising. she did not think that adult would care for what happened in the pup ranks, especially ones that seemed to care little about her and the rest of the whelps. she dipped her muzzle in greeting and gratitude, a motion she was beginning to rely on rather heavily instead of words. 

"you're vengeance's consort." she pondered aloud, the woman's appearance reminding her of her uncertainty. "what does that mean?" as far as she knew, serem hadn't actually had to fight anyone for the rank, so she must have done something else.

The young wolf's question caught her off guard a little and the dark woman would do as best she could to answer her question. "I am like the alpha female so to speak." She said simply. "One of my jobs os to produce a litter so the pack has a future."

she narrows her gaze, somewhat doubtful. producing a litter - that meant having pups. her mother had done it, Moonshine too, and as far as she knew they'd done so solo. (there had been no significant male figures in her life during her time in Blackfeather, and so she considered them disposable) "are you doing that now?" she didn't much like the idea of more pups when the had Valour (and a new female, apparently) to deal with already. "what else do you do?"

She shook her head at the younglings question. "Not at the moment, I'm not in season yet. It's called a heat; every female goes through it. It's starts around when your a year old." Her first had been terrible, but she didn't divulge the information. "At the moment it hasn't been spoken of due to recent events." She was sure hela had heard about the captives escaping and the new captive that had been shoved in the pit.

"oh." she offers, unsure exactly what that entails. the topic of whelps and heats does very little to interest her, however, and so she leaves it at that. 

the conversation moves on, in a way, and she's reminded of one loose end she hasn't been able to find. "where'd the boy go? he couldn't have just gotten away." or, perhaps, they'd let him. they might have killed him, too, which strikes the girl as a waste and even upsetting. he'd already been dealt punishment for trespassing; she'd broken his leg herself (though in all honesty she didn't want another clay around). anything more seemed unnecessary.