*Fingersnaps*

Natha's ears flicked back at movement behind her but she didn't dare take her eyes off the dogs. Mortis skittered next to her. "I think they want to hunt in this territory and they don't want to be nice about it." She wasn't an expert in dog language by any means but they looked hungry and ready to get food wherever they good. The plains was excellent hunting territory but she wouldn't put it past them to raid the Armada's precious winter stores if they found them.

Resin arrived and Natha was grateful for the presence of the older warrior. She nodded. "Don't worry about me. I can scramble up a tree if needed. Which reminds me…" she glanced at Mortis. "Let me know if you want tree climbing lessons." She didn't know how comfortable he was up in trees and figured she may as well offer.

Natha turned her attention back to the dogs as the largest stepped across the border. A second later the dogs charged into the territory. A muscular brown mutt dove for her, tail held high. She hissed and lashed out. Her claws clipped the dog's nose as he pulled back and he yelped in pain and the turned back to her fury in his eyes.