Blackfeather Woods see, the devil is a liar

Halt. It was the first time anyone had ever told Dulce to halt, and honestly, she was slightly confused about what it meant. I'm scouting, she answered, somewhat questioning her own statement. Encounters like this didn't normally throw her for such a doozy. Dulce thought for a moment about what she might have done wrong; did she go too close to the border, possibly even cross it? She didn't think that she had, so the hostility seemed odd. I didn't mean to offend.