Curiosities [open]

Bizarre. The first word that entered her cranium as she gazed upon the desolate spit of land. It was small, the beginnings of what was sure to be yet another pack. How did she know? Quite simple. Borders had been marked. Wolves were peculiar creatures, marking territories and claiming lands... to what point and purpose? What good did an invisible line drawn in the dirt do you? Who gave you rights to the land? Did it truly matter who did what and where? If she padded across the territory what harm would she bring? None. It was all rather foolish in the dames perspective.

Her muscular torso danced along the borders edge, swaying back and forth with purpose. her thick pads scraped the territory line before lifting free as she traced the pack, getting a feel for its size. She snorted rather undignified after several prolonged minutes. What was the use of a border if one did not protect it? Was there some line of defense she did not see? She stepped over the border, half of her torso in and half of it out. Wolves did not descend upon her with a ravenous fury, no meteors reigned from the skies to strike her down, how very so...anti-climatic.

She retreated out of the so claimed pack territory, her onyx eyes glancing about the area with little to no interest. Her jaws spayed wide, head lowering to the earth and a cry like nothing any wolf had ever heard ripped free from her larynx. A cross between a bark and a high pitched screech. She grinned at the border and broke into a dull gallop, if nothing else, the noise would ruffle some feathers. Harlequin just wanted a bit of fun.