Tall, Grassy and Rainy

They were just about to make their way around the pack border successfully when Jynn heard large footprints approaching. Her large ears easily picking up the sound of the larger male. "Heads up, Álarr, we have company." She didn't understand his issue. They were doing what they were supposed to, navigating around the pack territory without once setting a foot in the territory. Not to mention they were already headed away from his lands. Ah well, not much they could do about it now and it had been awhile since she'd had a good spar. If he needed to nurse his ego picking fights then that was just fine with her. She squared up ready to fight when Álarr turned and spoke earnestly to her. She listened for a moment and hesitated. She didn't want to just run away. She could fight! Sure she wasn't a seasoned warrior but she could hold her own against the fanged bully. With a sigh though she turned and started to run, carefully picking her foot steps to dodge the man's companions.