Bulls In The Bronx [Raid]

Dómari was out in the moor gathering herbs, deep in the night and away from the beating sun of a a hyperactive spring. A searing heat spell had driven the dark-pelted man to gathering during the night, at least for now. He knew it wouldn't last. He was hopeful for cool spring rains. As he busied himself plucking a modest gathering of dandelions he caught an unfamiliar scent wafting on the wind and his eyes narrowed. Trespassers? Swiftly he followed the scent to see a strange group of wolves on Celestial territory! A rainbow-colored woman who he knew was a packmate but had not formerly met was standing her ground. Dómari raced over to her and faced the group, his hackles raised, ears back and his lips curled back in a snarl. "Beat it! We don't take kindly to trespassers."