Everything seemed calm in the Rye pack. Aside from the vermin that plagued their lands and other wolves that visited the border here and there - some of which had joined. The Rye Queen was doing everything she could to keep the pack together and it was with the considerable efforts of the rest of the pack. Jessie was doing a routine run of the borders, remarking their territory and ensuring that everyone knew - including the coyotes - that they were still there. As she was headed back in to the heart of Rye territory, and wind blew carrying the scent of an intruder to the mother's nostrils. Turning on her heel, emerald eyes narrowed, lips pulling back into a displeased snarl. Silently, the former Scout pushed towards where the scent came from. The pepper-and-salt colored woman broke into a trot, the trespassor coming into view. Tail waving high above her back, the leader of the Rye's voice was harsh, "I don't take kindly to outsiders crossing my border. Explain yourself." Or suffer the consequences. Emerald eyes narrowed their glare on the other woman.

It was not long before she was backed by Laike and Deacon. A sort of warm pride flooded her at the feeling that Wild Rye Fields was now stable enough to have their members backing one another and being alert for trespassers. Not that this was something Jessie wanted for the pack - as it was a hastle and not what she wanted to deal with on a sunny day.

The Rye Queen's tail swayed high above her back, flicking in warning to her co-lead and subordinate to stay put. It was only one loner that crossed their borders and with the three of them it would be highly dishonorable to attack at this point. It was an unfair fight unless she decided to povoke them. The monochrome woman's grey ears flicked forward, emerald eyes narrowing on the skinny woman in front of her as the Tainn listened to the explanation offered. It seemed wrong to call it an accident, as their borders were strongly marked but Jessie was in no mood for a fight. Yet, every second that this woman spent on her grounds made the sickening twist in her stomach more poignant. Her voice was form, gaze not wavering from their intruder, "If that's the case, then you should leave." The Rye matriarch nodded in the direction of their boundaries, lips pursed in a thin line.

Laike and Deacon were quick to back her and Jessie was grateful that her members were quick on the uptake. She doubted any pack would appreciate a stranger waltzing into their territory. That this woman thought otherwise was perplexing. It was the sarcastic remark that had her fur bristling and lip raising in a snarl of anger. There was nothing that angered her more than a wolf that couldn't even admit that they had done wrong - though that seemed to pass for most she encountered these days. The muscles in her back were tensing, ready to spring towards the loner and have her running for the hills. The Rye Queen had no doubt that her pack mates would join in on the fun.

There was no need to turn to such taxing measures, however, because the female was quick with her decision to leave. Not before throwing back one last remark though. This time, Jessie was much quicker to retort, "No. A wolf's first impression of you starts when they first see you. I don't want wolves in my pack who don't have boundaries." And you crossed my border. The monochrome woman watched in satisfaction as the woman left. The Tainn would follow until she was sure that the loner left her borders before returning to the pack den for a much needed nap.