Cruisin' for a Bruisin'

Her mood was already uncharacteristically foul and the idea of an unknown quantity trifling around their borders raised her hackles further. Not today. Normally she'd be genial and welcoming, like she had with Hela, but she could tell that there was more than one wolf flirting about. One stranger was a potential friend. Two strangers was a threat. Theory changed her course and set off for the island's coast with a determined glint in her eyes. She came upon Valdis and Ares in short time. Dominance was written plainly across her body - ears high, docked tail flicked upwards, and just a hint of her canines. It was a new look for her and (to her surprise) she wore it with conviction.

"These lands belong to Abaven. State your purpose," she declared, eyeing the pair of them. They seemed lean, but everyone was nowadays. The scent of another pack was strong about them, even over their sea-salt soaked pelts, but she couldn't determine which. It smelled vaguely familiar, but she'd encountered so many wolves this past year - especially at the Firefly Festival - that any stranger seemed to look or smell just a little bit like someone she'd seen before. Time to trust her gut.