Tali even considered calling out to him, but decided against it. If he could hear her, so could everyone else. For all she knew there could have been a dozen wolves within her proximity. They could even be watching her, waiting for strike. Paranoia was setting in hard. If these wolves were anything like Fenru, she would be alright. If they were like those in her former pack, then she might not make it out of these woods.

Becoming more conscious of the noise she was making, Tali slowed down. She padded along, quietly this time, keeping her ears erect. Every little noise made her jump, but caution was key. It was better to be paranoid and alive, rather than laid back and dead. Maybe this would go well, and maybe it wouldn't. There was no way to tell who she would run into, or how they were going to react. She had to do this though, because if she never tried, then she would never know.

Brenton had been running the borders, checking them, marking them, doing everything he could to warn that no loners were welcomed here. The scent of Swift River had caught to his fur and this made him happy, he was here and he would do his best to stay here. For if he couldn’t be with Jessie, than what was he still doing here in the Relic Lore. In the chance that life liked to stab him in such ways, if the wolves around him and the Relic Lore all the world. He would leave, depending on the case, if it were the wolves, he would leave as they requested. If it was the Lore stabbing him then he would leave the Lore with his pride intact. If it was, for last, life…. He wasn’t sure what he would do if it was life.

Brenton paused, the scent of loner was strong and he growled to himself, they really needed to stay away from the borders. He saw the female, she was small. She was russets and whites and browns and all these colors. He needed to ask the questions and move on. Brenton might need to let a call for Corinna or Ice go if he needed it, or if this wolf had other intentions then to just stand at the border or walk away. He raised his tail slightly, a small growl emitted from his throat. The jet black brute was not going to put up with loners who were just lounging around the pack borders. “What do you want?” He questioned the female with caramel eyes. His own eyes examined her condition.

It was too late to run when Tali finally heard the wolf coming. Running might trigger a chase, and she was far too tired to evade him. It might also lead to a fight, which was the last thing she wanted. Therefore she did the only thing she knew to do, stand her ground. Watching as the black wolf stepped into view, she lowered herself to the ground. His smell was much like Fenru's meaning he was a part of the pack. She knew she had to show him the utmost respect, as she was the intruder here. Any wrong movements could lead to her being outcast forever, with no chance of being allowed in. Going over what she was going to say in her head, she made quick work of it. Too long of a pause would make her look suspicious.

"I'm sorry," She began. "I know I am on your boarders, I was following the scent trail of a wolf headed this way. I.. I thought.. Maybe I would find him before I ran into anyone else. I know that is no excuse, but he lives here in your pack. Honestly, I mean you no trouble." She left it there, as she was rambling. Hopefully, he would believe her. Nervously, she crawled forward slightly while leaving enough room to run if things took a turn for the worst. Tali wasn't sure how far she could get before he caught up with her, but she if need be, she would try.

Brenton gave a nod as Ice arrived, he had not paid much attention to the females words. He lowered his stand, his tail quickly tucking underneath his body, flat to his belly. Making sure not to gaze at the wolf, he turned his head and backed up so Ice was obviously ahead of him. He looked at Tali. He spoke lightly to Ice. "She searches for a wolf she knows." He told the male with a light voice, he was not afraid of Ice necessarily. At least he wasn't as afraid as he had been when he himself joined. He knew he had to trust his packmates and they had to trust him, it was one of the only ways that the pack would be successful, that was interdependence. They all depended on each other, though if need be they could make one leave and they would take over said jobs.

Brenton had given a lick on the chin to Ice, a sign of respect to the wolf who stood there as a most dominant around. Ice was more dominant then Brenton and most certainly the wolf in front of them. As far as he was concerned, this wolf was too close to the borders. But that was a matter of personal opinion. He was feeling apprehensive and perhaps a bit tired, but life continued on. He could sleep after he finished up here, finished the patrol and caught a few things for the pack. He needed to work his tail off. It was that or Ice was right and he simply wasn't Swift River material. But he refused to believe that. It was that one mistake he made when joining, he called it modesty and Ice called it lying. Now he tried every day to make up for it.

The day had passed on as normal, the pepper-colored woman making her way through the area, trying to find any scent trails for prey in the area. Luckily, around midday she finally found what smelt like rabbit. Wagging her tail, she had crept along, remaining silent and stealthy, and she had made it perfectly there, until she made the mistake of stepping on a loss branch when her prey had come into view. Freezing, just in case she might have been lucky, she watched as the fluffy tail quickly disappeared into its home. Cursing herself quickly, her nose twitched when two highly familiar scents hit her sensitive nostrils. Ice and Brenton. Lifting her eye brow, the only thought going through her head before she took of was, Oh shit!

Quickly making her way through the trees, the gray lady wagged her tail behind her as she entered the area, a loner standing on the other side of the borders. Raising her tail so that it was much higher than Brent’s and slightly lower than Ice’s, she made her way forward until she was standing next to the guardian’s other side, gently nuzzling him on the shoulder before her emerald eyes glanced back at the female. She had not heard the previous conversation, nor any of what Ice or Brenton had said and so she quietly waited to see what was going to happen, her tail gently swaying back and forth and green eyes light as she watched the mysterious loner across from them.