She was practically foaming at the mouth when Tenebrae chided her. Dark ears twitched, but no words fell from her tongue. Instead, she let her tail fall a fraction of an inch, and redirected her attention to the she-wolf still laying in a pathetic heap on the ground. If she needed help she should have asked at the borders. Never mind the overflow of water to wash away the markers. She should have known. She should have been paying attention. If she'd just done everything right then Lana wouldn't be standing her battling her own packmates about what was right, and what was wrong.
Cannon's voice did little to aid the thrum of her heart pounding in her ears, or the bout of adrenaline coursing through her veins. Had Tenebrae not been standing there should would have put him in his place, but instead she felt her eyes narrow, and by the time his big fat treacherous body made it to the strange woman, they were but mere slits. Seething, she let her gaze land smack dab on the woman's face. It was meant to be yet another slight, but instead she noticed that the stranger's dark muzzle was moving. There was no sound, but the intended point was clear. She couldn't tell them. Even if she desperately wanted to, her voice would not vibrate in her throat.
Lana's ears pulled back to lay flat against her inky crown, and her tail fell in line with her spine. There was no way this woman had claimed her brother. Had she just taken a moment to think about it earlier, she would have known that, but instead she let her emotions get a hold of her. She was wrong this time. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. She wanted so badly to have this woman answer for the crime. So badly, that she was ready to kill this woman.
Her face was hot, but she wasn't sure whether that was from the anger, or the grief. She wanted—no she needed—to leave. She needed to run. She had to get out of here, but with everyone there, it was all she could do to keep herself sturdy, lest she crumple onto the ground like the stranger in their borders.