Morning Walk
05-02-2014, 10:21 AM
Silent footsteps carried the black-masked viking along the border. Silver eyes alert for any movement, ears twitching to better catch sounds, nose quivering for any misplaced... scents. The paws stopped moving, Katja having indeed caught a scent that did not belong. A rogue wolf, intruding on Ebony's territory. And not simply venturing over the border, but moving straight in. Straight, Katja realized as she moved to follow the scent, to the pond that the territory surrounded. Her eyes narrowed. Raider. She moved more quickly now, though still silently, as she wove her way inward from the border until she caught sight of the pond and... there, the intruder, even now robbing them of the pack's rightful prey. It was in her mind to kill first, and not bother with questions, but she was aware that her new pack did not work in such a... mercenary manner, and that Queen Raisa may not appreciate that action. She moved closer, then spoke in a voice colder than the autumn-frosted ground beneath their feet. "Trespassing you are, stranger, on Ebony's territory, and theft does be a crime. Take you food that does be belonging to hungry pups." Her English had improved since she'd been here, though it still left much to be desired. She eyed the stranger, manner still cold. "Why should I not be killing you now?" "Speech." |
