Bound to cross the line

Sedna measured her steps so the smaller bodies that trailed behind her could keep up. A wall of bamboo stretched up to one side, and the open expanse of grass that trailed out to the runestones on the other. She stopped intermittently, lowering her nose to sniff at the grass and dragged the scent glands in her paws in places where the pack scent was growing faint.

A rabbit’s scent trailed across the border in one place and she paused, beckoning the small pup that looked so much like her new appearance forward. “Hey Rhuem, what do yer think happened ‘ere?” She would give the child a few moments to figure it out, to sort through the scents before they moved on again. Detecting and maintaining borders was an important part of being a wolf after all.

“Speech”