Not to find

Another day, another long patrol. She preferred to take them herself more often, leaving the border patrols for Yfir's members to take. This was partly to assure herself of the information she received, partly to stay in shape, and partly simply to get away from pack lands since she so rarely chose to leave otherwise. It seemed lately that no matter where she went near her territories, this Ivalice pack was encroaching upon her. One dark lip curled, all the reaction she would allow herself as she trotted along through the pines. Passed here, she would have to go further west, away from the other packs, simply to scout in places that did not already have this pack's presence laid upon it. It was infuriating, partly because this was the direction from which Yfir could expect danger, the direction they most needed to guard, and Ivalice blocked much of their access and greatly curtailed their activities. It put her on edge to have this enemy buffer between her and the lands she would lead her wolves to raid - they were much too close to the one place Yfir would not have to cross a wide river to access the south. It put Yfir in danger to pass them by, and more, it put them in danger to simply leave their packlands unguarded at all. She would need to split her pack's forces to the extreme to both leave a large enough guard and also send out raiding parties. She would need to learn more of this pack, to learn if it was a one that would take advantage of a lean guard to attack, if it was another one such as Arian, or one that simply kept to themselves.