Blackfeather Woods Watching my back

He was on a patrol when he heard the call, his ears pushed forward and acid washed eyes looked towards where it had come from. He padded that way but took his time and arrived a bit after the call. The figure on the border was dark and unfamiliar. An unimpressed brow raised sharply as he examined them without concern. They were a stranger to him and they were on the borders of his home. He felt fully entitled to stare them down.

Yes? He asked with a neutral tone despite the unimpressed look on his face.