The pale intruder seemed to obey rather docilely as Katja accompanied her to the border - disconcertingly docile considering her taunting words in the den. Katja, who rarely let her guard down anyway, doubled it.
They came to the border she knew so well, and rather than leave as had been the obvious plan, the trespasser stopped short of crossing it. It may have been accidental, but the white female's venomous words made that far unlikely. Silver eyes narrowed on the stranger's mismatched gaze as Katja's hackles slowly rose, mentally sizing up the wolf before her. Only two inches taller than the darker alpha, but far heavier. Her scars spoke of battles fought - she would be no easy opponent. But her trespass, and her disrespect, and her threats to an Ebony wolf, those things could not go unpunished.
Perhaps the gods were testing her resolve.
Katja's anger did not rise to the bait. The woman's words were deliberately chosen, most likely meant to blind her with fury, but the viking woman's anger was a rare thing. It was calculatingly that Katja made her decisions, coldly that she slipped into a defensive stance, silently that she bared her fangs in invitation. Let's find out then, woman.
