'Wait this isn't my home... Oh Shiiii-'
It was difficult to pinpoint exactly what had come over her since she left the Pass to stretch her legs. The further she travelled the bolder she became. Bold and careless - foolish even. The recent disbanding of Poison Path had probably gone to her head, so it wasn’t that surprising when she walked clear over the well marked boarders of Willow Ridge and continued to slip through the trees, stopping to gather the occasional strip of bark. It wasn’t even that she needed it, but more that she wanted it, and if someone else cared enough to fence a section of the Willows off, well obviously that would have to be where the best trees were. So with little regard for the locals, Naira continued to slip effortlessly between the swaying boroughs, her tawny form blending with the surrounds but her scent entirely foreign to those that covered the lands she now wandered.
Instinctively she began to cover the strange scents with her own, only catching herself at the third or fourth marker. Her head was held high and her tail sat over her spine like a banner before she realised how she was presenting herself. Someone was approaching and with a start she danced away from the approacher by several steps before freezing with her flank facing the direction from which the other wolf came (in ana attempt to show off her impressive size while still leaving herself open to the option of flight depending on who it was that approached). Her front legs were braced and head held high to try and catch sight or scent of the other wolf before they had a chance to see her. Her ears sat high to try and catch the next rustle, the next clue.
What on earth was she doing here anyway?