Ready or not

Surreal and Regulus were paired today for Patrol. She was pleased to find Creed's scent fresh ahead of theirs. However, she was not so pleased to find Katja's little gift, though Creed had been swift in reclaiming the ground. A snort left her as she laid her mark thickly overall, before surging ahead as Katja's howl rang out. Her posture radiated authority; tail and head erect as she trotted briskly toward the call.

Creed was already there, and she gave the male a light nod of greeting before her eyes hardened as she focused on Katja, aware of Regulus' massive vibrant red frame taking her other side, the left. She threw on a calm smile, at odds with the hardened gaze, as she remarked, "You've made your little subtle threat on my border quite clear, Katja. Just as you made your stance clear on our last encounter. So what, pray tell, has brought you so far south this time. Your call makes it sound like you have words." A brow point lifted as she regarded the dark northern leader.

Her body language held no fear, nor did it hold nerves, only readiness to both listen and to take on the smaller female if needs must. She wasn't her late niece, and she'd not need much provocation to see about taking a prisoner. Her tone was as polite as Creed's had been but it held steel and a warning under the accented notes.

She wouldn't be one bit surprised if a raid was near in her future from Yfir. The pack wasn't large, and while Yfir likely couldn't know what skill level Celestial's wolves were, Surreal did. It was another thing that galvanized her thoughts towards an idea.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

'OoC: Sooooo sorry this is late. I don't know where my head has been lately, blarrrgh! Now to get Regulus in.'