Hati was trespassing, and he knew it. He simply didn't care.
Unlike his brother would have, Hati was not doing it as a taunt, a look-at-how-much-better-I-am, a stupid joke. The border had simply butted up against his current path, and he saw no reason to change his direction just because a pack had pissed on the trees there. He wasn't interested in the so-called sanctity of pack territory. The only territory boundaries he cared to uphold were the ones that belonged to him - though that was currently zero. This other pack could go rot for all he cared.
His path was barely within the bounds of Glaciem territory, following the boundary fairly closely as he stalked along. His gold eyes burned furiously against the inky blackness of his pelt, glaring around as though every twig and pine needle in his path was an affront. Muscle rippled beneath his bristly fur, each step powerful with ever-present, and barely contained, directionless rage.
"Speech"
Hati isn't nice. He swears, he is violent, and is more than a little insane. If you can't handle what might come of that don't thread with him.