Honour

Justice lifted her head with amethyst eyes blazing within her dark skull. She had taken up a quiet patrol early in the evening, though strictly speaking it was not her job. Soon, when Regular assigned mentors, though she still was torn between two paths.

Well, this time her path was clear. The scent of a stranger, a loner, had crossed the fresh-laid scent markers and continued deep into Celestial's territory. She knew they were fresh-laid, because she had been taking daily patrols to ensure it was so. The loner could not have possibly missed the scent, and the disregard caused Justice's temper to flare up hotly. She should have just called for Regulus, or another trained fighter, though she was drawing a blank as to who that would be, but her blood was up, now.

The sturdy yearling flashed down the scent trail, looping around to cut off the male she found at the end of it. He was barely taller than she was, and with her burly build not terribly much heavier either, though even if he had been Regulus' size she might not have backed down anyway.q She ignored his submissive posture - if he didn't want trouble he should have stayed on the right side of the border markers - except to shift his own young body into a dominant, aggressively hostile stance of her own. "Let me guess, you're lost, she sneered sarcastically. "Took a wrong turn looking for the latrine?" She curled her lip, partly in disdain and partly as threat, baring her teeth. "You don't belong in Celestial's territory. Leave now, or I kick your ass and throw you out anyway. Option two means you'll really piss me off, so you leave with less of your body parts. So which is it going to be, fleabag?"