you're grounded, i'm not

Noir was helping his dad patrol, it was one of the few freedoms he was allowed and it had taken too much work to get to this point. He didn’t step a toe out of line anymore, and for that he was allowed to roam the border on patrols. He hadn’t made mention that he’d seen Motif sneaking out of the pack, and he was a bit gleeful about it now that no one could find her. One less sister to worry about. He wore a smug grin as he paced along, Summer flew above his head. Though her loyalties were shaky she listened to his command, and was a good partner out in the field. She saw the stranger at the border before he did, and called out the signal as she swooped down to land on Noir’s blue striped hips.

Blue and lavender gaze fell on the she wolf, barely older than he was. Though she could have been another relative. With her dark fur and dotted eye markings he might have been fooled were it not for her completely foreign scent. ”Hey!” Noir called out, doing his best to call on his slowly developing deep voice. ”What are you doing so close to Abaven’s borders?” He added a follow up question as he grew closer. He was taller than she was, even still he hadn’t quite reached his full height. He didn’t feel threatened by her, so didn’t put up any of his usual defenses. He didn’t call for backup either though…