Swiftcurrent Creek You know it's not the same as it was

Moss had not been in the pack long, but had familiarized herself already with the range of their border. When an unfamiliar scent lingered on the air for more than a few moments, she changed her course, looping back on the path she'd just taken to form a wider arc so she might catch the stranger on the outskirts. The snow made for easy tracking once her footprints were found, and Moss pursued the stranger until she caught sight of her. 

She called out with a bark, hoping to halt the woman's progress or deter her if she was being nosey. If she was casing the borders for weaknesses, she would find quickly that they were well protected by the Creek's newest watchdog.