Blacktail Deer Plateau Golden lies

Hi! I know you wanted a male and Saena obviously isn't, but... well, she's trespassing, so ya know!

Angling her head to the sky, Saena predicted it was just past midday, a time when many a wolf bedded down for an afternoon nap before returning to activity at dusk. She diligently traced the borders, ignoring the sun's slant toward the horizon for now. Maybe after finishing her patrol, the plump young woman would let sleep tempt her, but presently she was on duty and knew better than to slack.

She was no warden, but when she crossed the unmistakable signs and smells of an invader, she wasted no time in altering her course. A trained trespasser could easily beat Saena in a one-on-one fight, a fact she easily forgot as she tracked the trespasser's paw prints through the snow. Besides, it wasn't really one-on-one inside her own turf, and anyway, her mind wasn't exactly on the odds, but rather, the glory of being one to oust a fool.

It didn't take long to find the delinquent's hide-out. The trespassing wolf had the good sense to not go too far into their territory. Nevertheless, they were a comparatively large pack and didn't entertain a neutral buffer zone beyond their borders—therefore, wolf law was broken regardless of distance, and Saena was intent on seeing the wolf beaten to a pulp or well outside their lands.

She stood in the entryway of the cave, and when she spotted the white female sleeping in their lands, she felt every hair on her body rise. Her tail arched up into a dominant line and puffed out like a bottlebrush as she snarled deeply, the only warning the dozing female would get before the young Epsilon attempted to part some piece of her body from the rest of it... or called in the big guns to do it for her, more like.