There should have been enough unexplored turf around the hollow to keep the boy busy. He had been to the stream, nosed Borden's caches, and even went in the direction of the Marsh deciding for once he probably better not leave the cozy forest. Mother warned them it was about to get colder, and things would change. There was something to her eye that had told him if he disobeyed again he would suffer from it. Best he could he tried to ignore his impulse to wander without limits. If he found something of interest he would follow it, but if it lead past the borders he turned, and began to run in the opposite direction.

It would become a different game.

Trotting back with intent to check out Jasper Rocks, he was passing back and forth across the insivible barrier of Grizzly Hollow when he caught the lady's scent. This was no the first time he had, and being a lot more stronger this oppertunity he would not pass up. What was so strange was he had never seen this wolf, but her trails hung close to his home. He did not understand it at all, in fact it bothered the boy.

His nose snorting, and his tail high he thought about recruiting Ryvet or Taima. Quickly he decided against it. No, he was going to catch this trespasser today all by himself. Fast as his growing limbs, and over sized paws would let him he began to track her. It took him longer than a skilled wolf, and maybe the fact she wasn't moving fast it was not so hard for the young Lyall to follow.

He was so certain he would see her, his golden eyes kept jumping ahead of his paws. When a strange sound caught his attention. A cock of his head, and flick of his large ears he listened. Hearing movement of it, he strode forward to see a very silver, very small wolf making an attempt to catch it. Watching with interest, and amazement she snatched it with little effort. The boy stared dumbfounded, how had she?

A snap of his jaws, it all came together. He was looking for her, and she was on his homelands, eating his bird. A deep scowl, and his hair prickling along his shoulders, small tail raised, he prowled forward. "Hey, that's my bird!" He growled as threatening as he could, while rushing toward the stranger.

The second to rise from the den Taima had made plans for the day. Practice hunting and tracking, find something cool, and maybe try to follow Mom or Dad's trail to see what they were up to. After having filled her stomach with a small bit of squirrel that Renier had apparently left alone, she surveyed the grove around her. The forest, though the air had chilled to a slight degree, was still alive with sounds and all sorts of activity. Her gaze darted from one branch to another before finally settling on the ground. She stood up and her brother's scent wafted her way. Her nose twitched and, deciding on a whim, she opted to follow his path instead.

A smirk formed on her masked face as she half-stalked, half-loped past the roots of the ancient trees.Her pace slowed however once another scent had joined Renier's route. Her interest piqued and her smirk turned into an amused grin. What were the boys up to? She snorted at the thought that they had possibly, intentionally did not invite her for this particular adventure towards the borders of their home. if there was mischief and fun to be had, she was going to be apart of it. Better to be scolded as a group than alone (which were now less frequent than before now that she understood why it was important to heed her parents' words).

When an unfamiliar scent joined with her brothers' tracks, she froze for a moment. There was a stranger here. In Cedarwood Forest. In Grizzly Hollow. Her golden eyes widened but as Renier's snarl, accompanied by Ryvet's, rose up into the air somewhere ahead of her. They had found her, this unfamiliar face that she knew to some extent was apart of the pack. Instinctively, after thinking maybe her brothers were having quite a time in confronting this strange new face, she prowled up behind Ryvet with her ears pointed forward and her tail held high. It seemed that this lady had taken Renier's bird. WELL, then...

Her muzzle wrinkled upward and her eyes focused on the silver-pelted woman with a hard stare. With her fur bristled along her shoulders and upper back, Taima stepped to Renier's shoulder, determined to be utile in this encounter. "Give. THAT. Back."

It was easier to get even more cocky with his brother by his side adding his growl to Renier's own. Though Ren hardly needed any encouragement, he had already made up his mind. He wanted that bird. How on earth he knew Aniu was not the type of wolf to take it, and snap at such a full of it pup it was hard to say.

His large paw would take another step, and he would curl his black lip higher. The silver wolf hardly needed any more convincing ready almost to give it to them. Taima's bold voice struck the air, and Renier wasn't sure what quite happened. All he knew was his bird was pointing in the air, and the wolf...was she on her back? That was weird.

His expression feel, though his tail was still curled over his back. What was wrong with her? Couldn't she have just given the bird and taken off? Or, well say something? A quirked brow of puzzlement he looked to Ryvet, and then Taima. Did they know what she was doing? Hmmm....

Playing dead! Well, that was a pathetic trick, and she topped it with the bird falling from her limp jaws. He could play along. "She's dead, but lets make sure," he said, trying to keep his voice quiet.

With carefully steps, the boy cautiously prowled forward, his nostrils twitching at her scent. It was with a smirk, he pounced on her chest, letting his teeth take a snap at her paw before yelling, "Get her!"

Taima eyed the woman with a hard glare, watching as she folded and seemingly crumpled before them. A soft growl sounded out from within her and as her masked brother suggested that they make sure their target had been defeated she followed suit. When he made to pounce at Aniu's chest, she went ahead to inspect the woman's head. Unaware of Ryvet's panic, the girl inspected the feathers scattered over the supposed corpse's face. Well, things could have been worse and she and her brothers could have been attacked or even scolded, but this pack member here just... flopped over.

Her muzzle wrinkled as she fixated her gaze on one of the loose feathers and how it floated down from where it had once been perched on Aniu's muzzle. "Get her!" Renier called out and Taima realized in that instant that the woman was still alive. Tricks were supposed to be her thing and she was taking all the credit and fun out of it all. Renier attacked one of Aniu's forelimbs as Ryvet made for her hind legs. Taima went for a more sensible approach and made an attempt to dive for one of the gray lady's ears. If she could grab a hold of one of those velvety triangles, she and her brothers just might be able to keep her in place and make her pay for what Taima had mistaken for misconduct of stealing a pack member's meal.

Pointy puppy teeth did not vicously snap at her paw. They trid to grab as hard as he would in any kind of play.

She began laughing he withdrew from her chest, and made a harder attempt to get a hold of the folds of her arm pit. She was rolling to her stomach, and he let out a bark to warn his siblings to get back. He had thought she was going to "babysit" on them, but instead she smiled, enticing them in a new game with her body laungague. Puzzled, the boy's brows were firmly set against his golden eyes. She wanted to play? He let out a questionable bark, but his brown tail wagged.

The boy would jump toward her again, with a light growl, while he tried to bite the thick fur at her chest. He tugged, but the force was hardly anything to a wolf even her size. When she moved, he had to release, trying again to catch her. He was not quite quick enough.Neither was he sure what this was all about, but it was fun.