Only after she was satisfied with her rounds, did Zia dare to venture beyond the safety of the borders. But she didn't go far, just into the inner reaches of the Cold Water creek territory to check on an old, well worn hunting trail she had accidentally found sometime ago. Chances were slim that anything would turn up at this hour, but it never hurt to look. Her regal head twisted from one side to the other, her wet black nose guided to the dirt to assess the scents of whatever animals had used this path recently. Finding no signs of any recent visitors at the borders, her jaws parted in lazy yawn, salmon tongue curling before clicking her mouth shut. She didn't want to spend the rest of the day out in this heat, which was only going to get worse as late morning progressed into early afternoon. A good long nap in the cooler confines of the underground den was just what she needed.
Turning on a dime, Zia slipped back to the security of her own territory. At an easy lope, she allowed her legs to carry her unhurriedly back into the heart of the Glen. Her shortened summer coat glinted faintly in the dim lighting of the undergrowth, it's silver and charcoal tones blending in with the shadows. What she didn't expect was the foreign, potent musk that permeated the air once she was almost through the thicket. Wrinkling her muzzle in distaste, she registered the smell instantly. Badger. There was no mistaking it. With an irritated sweep of her tail, she cursed herself for allowing such an animal to slip past the borders. She should've been more vigilant! Bursting into action, she crashed through the tangle of dense shrubs and vines, emerging out into the open with haste.
Tracking the vermin down by it's scent trail, she was guided closer and closer to the den. Where the pups were huddled down. What she saw next made her blood boil. The stout, grizzled frame of the culprit itself, who was churning away the earth at the den with it's powerful front claws. She did not see Borlla or Phineas nearby, nor anyone else. It was a very real possibility that the pups were left alone, defenseless. Bolting forward at full speed, her dark lips curled back to reveal rows of ivory teeth, while her hackles stood on end. With a guttural snarl, she launched herself at the exposed hind end of the invader, intent on sinking her teeth into it's flesh. The puppies were far too young to defend themselves from such a threat, and after only having been introduced to them weeks earlier, Zia was already attached. She'd risk everything to protect the lives of the youngest members of Magnolia Glen. Her adversary whirled around as sharp teeth bit into it's flesh, lunging forward to snap and claw at the offending wolf. Zia however, wouldn't back down. With no time to summon help, she could only prey that the sounds of the scuffle would attract attention, and quickly.