Pushing boundaries

Gossamer was out on patrol. Now that she was a warrior in training she started setting a patrol schedule for herself to see if she could maintain and meet it. She felt it was important to challenge herself so she'd be ready to defend her pack if needed. Usually her patrols were uneventful but today she came across a pretty yearling crossing into their territory. Pretty or not Gossamer's fur bristled and she was prepared to strike until the wind brought the scent of Ashen to her. Gossamer hesitated. She wasn't really sure what to do about the Ashen wolves, as far as she knew Ashen and Armada wolves could just cross over each others boundaries when they felt like it. She wasn't sure she agreed with that rule but that's how it was.

Gossamer approached clearing her throat. "Hey there, I'm Gossamer Fatalis. Can I help you?"