MAKE A WISH UPON A STAR
03-25-2014, 09:31 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-25-2014, 09:37 PM by Katja the First.)
The black-masked female was scouting along the borders once more, though she'd pulled back and was on her way back to the main part of the packlands when something caught her attention. A scent, a gut feeling, a quick prod from Freya saying 'stop and look'. She slithered cat-like up an unusually large boulder, coming to rest with her body pressed flat against it just as the body of a heavily pregnant female trudging past to curl up in an abandoned densite. There was little doubt in her mind at how to deal with an intruder, but she was aware that her new queen preferred a more... subtle hand, and she had a brief debate with herself as to how she should handle the situation. But the pale pelt of one of her packmates appeared beneath the tree as well - the situation would likely be under control, though the female's panicky motions did little to raise Katja's confidence. Still, she could remain silent backup until... Ah. Another intruder, a male and by the scent of it the same pack as the pregnant female, had leaped in front of the Ebony female. Katja was already moving, silently hopping from rock to rock, moving ever closer but taking care to keep her shadow from flashing over them, or the wind from carrying her scent. She couldn't hear what the male was saying, but he didn't seem to be truly hostile. But another wolf of the stranger's pack appeared, claiming the laboring wolf to be their alpha. Again, there was no overt aggression, but Katja now judged that the other wolf was sorely outnumbered and in need of assistance. So she rose gracefully from her prone position, took the bare handful of steps to the edge of the boulder that brought her closest to the strangers, and silently dropped down next to the strangers. "If your alpha this is, why would this be her place of choosing for birthing?" she asked bluntly as her presence became known. Not that she doubted that the wolf was their alpha; it was certainly one of many possible outcomes. She just couldn't imagine why anyone would want to give birth on someone else's territory. Granted she couldn't imagine wanting to give birth, at all, but... She fixed the two males with her gold-flecked eyes, her no-nonsense stare demanding an answer even as she continued. "Assist your woman's birth, if you please, but we will attend as well. Surely you to understand the why. Wolves of Ebony are we. Katja Finnvi, I. And who is it that here we find?" "Speech." |
