Bored, BORED! She'd been confined to the territory ever since the incident with the witch outside the borders. Of course the old man had gone ahead and ratted her out, then conveniently hadn't been seen since. Her father had been so mad, voice louder and harsher than she had ever heard it. The one thing in the world that could make her cower was that tone, those piercing dark eyes… So she was adhering to his command, for now. But it was so, horribly, boring! She knew the Woodlands in and out by now, every nook and cranny, every corner. There was nothing to explore here; Nothing to do! How her siblings could stand it, she would never understand. Sticking within the land every day, walking their borders or gathering herbs, or whatever else the two of them got up to. Trailing their parents around, following in their footsteps.

Flair had always felt out of place, while her siblings were both inclined to their parents' ways, she was the outsider, the odd one. While her family seemed deeply connected to the pack, striving to nurture it with their every being. Meanwhile, she longed for more! To go out there and explore, to satisfy her own curiosity and follow every whim; Selfish… That's what Cináed called it. Maybe he was right. But then wasn't it better if she left? Went out there to look after herself, leaving the pack to them; All I seem to do is cause trouble anyway…!

But for now she was bound to the territory, and so she walked it sulkily, trying to occupy herself as best she could, hunting small critters through the underbrush. Mostly she kept to herself, holding a low profile while she was still under supervision. But every so often she would circle back to the den, trying to keep tabs on everyone else. But what she found this time around shocked her to her very core! There, lounging in the shadows just outside the den, was the witch herself, monochrome fur blending masterly with the snowy landscape. And yet she was impossible to miss. "You!" The pup squeaked, voice trembling with anger; "What th' hell are you doing here?!"

For a moment they locked eyes, an icy glimmer in the witch’s blue-blacks. Then she crumbled, ears pinning and body flattening against the snow, like a rabbit caught out in the open. Anger flared hotter in the young girl’s chest at the screeched protest, fiery pelt standing out as she huffed up, taking a step towards the adversary. “The fuck you mean I can’t be here?” She spat, baring her teeth at the woman; “This is my home!” What game was this wicked creature playing? Did she think she could play it off as if Flair and Vasu had been the ones at fault in their skirmish? Turn her own family against her? Is she an idiot? The russet girl would have called upon the old man instantly, to clear up this mess before it grew any bigger, but of course the gray chap had up and left soon after the incident; Perhaps unhappy with the leaders reaction to his letting their daughter into a brawl; Old coward!

So Flair was left to face the invader alone, not that she minded, she wasn’t afraid. Taking another step towards the cowering bitch, the child growled lowly; “You tried t’ sneak in here not five nights ago!” Whatever this woman’s ploy was, she seemed intent on carrying it out, here. And she couldn’t be half bad, to have made it to the center of the territory without being accosted; Someone LET her in? Hackles stood on end, ears raised and tail held high as she moved closer to the other, no account for her age or size in the display of anger and dominance; “Now you answer my question: what are you doing here?” She wouldn’t take any bullshit. This witch was up to something, and the Athesila would protect her home and family, no matter how out of place she felt among them.

She was crumbled on the ground, cowering like it was her worst fear standing before her, and not just an angry yearling; Pathetic! And it made no sense either! This squirming, trembling creature was nothing like the cold, menacing wolf she’d med so near the borders, the one who had spoken down to her and threatened her openly. Flair was no smart wolf, but even she could see that this was off. This woman acted as the complete opposite of the one her an Vasu had fought at the borders, yet she insisted herself that she was one and the same, just as Flair’s eyes and nose told her. But both personalities couldn’t be real, the witch had to be playing a role, putting up a show for some sort of gain; But for who?

The russet girl moved closer on stiff legs as her monochrome opposer whined an answer, no more sensical than her previous utterings. “Tha’s bullshit!” The pup snapped, teeth clicking loudly together in the air right above the black ears. Her eyes shown with anger as they glared down at the witch, voice still red hot as she countered: “We warned you away from these borders! Y’ knew we were here and… and…” She scrambled, head clouded by her anger. She didn’t know what the woman’s ploy was, why she was playing this game of pretend, but she wasn’t gonna fall for it; “If you really just wanted to join, you only had to ask!” But this snake had not been a humble joiner at the borders, she had come sneaking, and when asked about her business, she’d sneered at them and their pack; No one changes like that overnight..!