Crocodile Dundee

Pestilence arched one brow above sharp purple eyes, observing the stranger's forced pleasantries and deciding they were below her. Her chest puffed out and she straightened to face the smaller girl. The scent upon her was familiar yet different enough that she could not label it. It began a hot stirring in her chest that she did not enjoy, and Pestilence decided it was her instincts warning her off. "I tracked .. something .. here from close to home." The yearling answered vaguely. While she was sure that whatever predator it was was a reptile, she'd not gotten a look at it during the hunt. "Figured I'd kill it, drag it back, leave it's corpse as a warning or something, y'know?" Whatever odd familiarity from this stranger Pesto felt, it was not a comforting one. Her words came across as almost a silent threat. "What are you doing here?" As far as Pestilence was aware no pack had laid claim to this island yet, and as long as it was free land she'd not let herself be driven off.