Brother, Brother, Where Art Thou?

Although he could barely pick the scent of the woman up, what he could wasn't recognizable. He'd spent a lot of time away from other Kleins to recognize his sisters scent mixed with the foul odor of the swamp. He hadn't expected her to be here anyway, so when the black woman bound towards him shouting something as if she were speaking to herself, Carthage was quick to dodge her reaching forelimbs. A snarl erupted from the pit of his chest, snapping at her wildly though not expecting to make contact with any flesh. A warning. Carthage rarely gave warnings.

"What do you think you're doing?" He hissed, eyeing the dark woman and pacing around her slowly as if he were a cat, his head low and tail raised high. Although this wasn't his land by any means, it also wasn't anyone else's the last he checked. So she'd placed some weak borders some time ago, but those hardly meant anything to someone like Carthage. Hell, the entire pack of the Erovrare wolves would likely disregard that sad excuse for a border mark. Still unaware of the fact it was Cordelia, his fur bristled and his skin crawled with the anticipation of a fight.