Silently the copper wolf marched, the white clump of fur between clenched foreteeth, its stench right underneath his nose. All things considered, it was not really conducive to a calm mood, and there was not a single inch of joy in his manner as he stalked towards the pack den, Cali in tow. Just in case his evidence was not damning enough, she would be testament to the fact that they had trespassed - again - and this time, it had been with teeth. Whether Rhysis and Naira were behind it or not, their followers were testing his patience and mercy to their very limits.

Marsh was not exactly known for those two qualities, either.

With the brisk, angry pace that he had set, it did not take long to reach the pack's den, and without hesitation spat out the disgusting fur onto the ground. The stench filled his nose and he didn't know whether there were any pack members already in the den, but no matter - it just meant that they'd come sooner. Glancing back at Cali once, just to make sure that she had not failed to follow, he then lifted his head and called for the pack - anybody who could be bothered to show. Rhysis and Naira's followers were making a habit of this, and whether it was by accident or by intention, the pack needed to know. He could not be everywhere at once - and what if trespassings had happened without his knowledge? Would getting them together only bring out more tales of the blatant disregard for the River's territory? He hoped that Ice would show. No matter the truth behind what had happened at the river, the guardian had been present at at least two of the incidents.

He did not know whether or not Corinna would show, but it did not matter; no doubt word would reach her swiftly enough. She was in no position to stress herself unduly, though Marsh was not about to treat her as a child; she had a right to know about the recent pressures on their borders, just as well as she had a right to know that he was prepared to do everything in his power to combat it.

Stepping forward, so that he stood with the bloodied tuft of white fur between his forelegs, Marsh tried his best to exercise patience and slow down the steady pump of angry adrenaline in his system.

Cali shifted closer, and he welcomed her solidarity. Her smile was not returned, but he recognised the sentiment even if he did not seem to acknowledge it. Impatiently he waited for the pack to show, angrily wondering whether they would had been less tardy had it been Indru or Corinna demanding their presence. Did they think of him as little more than a guard dog, perhaps, something to respect but not listen to? Perhaps his call had not been insistent enough, or they simply did not appreciate that he was trying to protect them.

Ice showed, of course. Marsh heard him before anything else, and did not move to acknowledge him for he had not expected the guardian's bluntness; coldly the white wolf forced himself next to Marsh, whose quivering fury was distracted for a moment at Ice's odd behaviour. He grunted in surprise as Ice firmly planted his head beneath Marsh's own, instinctively pressing down slightly for reassurance before he pulled away. Such a display was unnecessary (although considering the lack of respect the others were hinting at with their lack of punctuality, it did sate that irritation) and he was much more interested in informing his pack of the danger.

Promptly Corinna appeared then, which served to quench some of his nerves instantly, and to see her safe and well was a weight lifted. He respectfully lowered his head to her as she approached, recognising in her keen face that she was eager for an explanation.

Briefly he lowered his head to nose the bloodied tuft, drawing attention to the vile thing which carried the scent of Naira and Rhysis. The identity of the trespasser who had provided it was much less important. An angry wrinkle to his muzzle, for he still harboured plenty of pent-up agitation, Marsh glanced briefly at Cali, who would be able to elaborate upon his already bountiful evidence.

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call me superman?

The intrusions along the border by the traitor-led pack were becoming more frequent, bolder, and it had clearly started to rile all of the River wolves. While their borders were strong, perhaps among the strongest they had been, such a fact had been seemingly ignored by the Poison Path pack, which was crime enough without the previous wrong that the leaders had done them.

As Indru was heading in the direction of the informal gathering Cori's howl burst from within their territory and he quickened his pace towards them. It didn't take long to for Indru to reach them after his mate's howl had dwindled and his tail and head rose as he entered the group, glancing quickly around to note who was there. All the scent's were familiar and thus it only made the scents that clung to Marsh and Cali, and more specifically the fur between the male second's teeth, clearer and Indru's hard gaze zoned in the white fur immediately.

Adrenaline still clung to Marsh and Cali's fur and Indru could tell from that alone that it was recent that a conflict had happened between the two packs. Yet it was the smell of pure anger that was escaping from Triell that caught Indru's attention—and the unfamiliarity of it made his fur bristle as he presumed something else had too happened to his brother. Again? They crossed our borders again? He addressed the question at Cali as well as Marsh, knowing the Marsh's aversion to words (and fur between his teeth), and though his voice was collected and quiet, anger undercurrented it. The situation left Indru in a dilemma, for while he desired as much as (he sensed) Triell and Marsh did to pay the Poison pack a visit of their own, Corinna was pregnant and he was not such a hot headed leader to put her at risk when she was limited to defend herself, and had the pack's future resting in her belly.

If they cross again, we will not give them mercy. We have warned them enough and if they cross now it will be their throats we seek—and not just to wound. Indru's brow wrinkled as he tried to keep his thoughts calm and logical, to avoid and rash decisions that would put Cori and their expected cubs in danger. When we are at full strength, when the cubs are born and Corinna is not weakened by them and keeping them safe we will show them that we do not take there crimes without consequence. His voice was steely and his posture hardened to show the strength of his words and who was making them. After a steadying breath he turned his gaze onto Corinna, leaning forward to nip at her cheek as he waited to see if she agreed or refuted his decision.