Dragoncrest Cliffs Close your eyes and sleep,

"They do now." Umbra snarled back, not taking too kindly to this. She only just recently had desired to claim as her new den, and no one else. Possessive, was the word. Her stake had been thrown into the land, and she wasn't too willingly to give up the luxurious cliffs.

He was a large dark man, with a lilac look. Wolves with dark hues, which she found immensly pleasing with her own; but as much as she could enjoy so, they were now counted as enemies. The kraken growled, she wasn't ready to give up her newly-found claim. Regardless of packs or not, if they stayed away, she would too.

"Leave." Umbra advised with her now narrowed look.