The scrawny young wolf wasn't trespassing.
Well, strictly speaking she might have been maybe a little if you really wanted to be technical about it. That is to say, she was on the inside of the scent markers that some pack or another had put down to say that they owned a piece of land but how much did that really mean anyway?
Whatever, she was trespassing.
The long, slim body of Ozymandias was pressed tightly against her back as he gripped her, his suspicious gaze roving around the claimed land she traveled so blithely through. He didn't like what they were doing, of course. Not that he really cared about the rules part of the rulebreaking - Ozzy was at least 9/10ths criminal that Signy had seen and he certainly didn't care about authority. He just didn't like that she was putting herself at risk like this. He treated her like a pup which... well she was, but it wasn't like she couldn't take care of herself.
A half-remembered scent touched her nose, and she stopped so abruptly she nearly unseated the pine marten, who muttered darkly under his breath. Usually she'd have listened with a great deal of interest (she'd learned a lot of words and phrases she probably shouldn't have, just from listening to him complain) but she was trying to place the scent. Then it struck her, as her eyes finally lit on a brightly colored form. "Tiiiiiigerrrrrrr!" she caroled happily as she bounded forward again to even more, and louder, crude words from Ozzy. She vaguely registered an auburn-coated wolf with a scent matching the pack markers, but dismissed it. She was only a little older than Signy anyway, and her tiger was way, way more interesting right now. She pounced to a stop right in front of the tiger, her tail sticking nearly straight up as she wiggled, her paws slapping the ground in a playful half-crouch. "Did you miss me, Mr. Tiger?"
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