Her pack was quick to answer her call, but with it even more intruders appeared. At this point, anyone would be hard pressed to convince Nineva that this hadn't been planned by their new neighbors; it was difficult to imagine this all being an accident, so many wolves so far out of their way for one measly deer. It was far more likely that they were purposefully making some kind of statement; a very ill-advised one. She thought that would be the height of her anger, that she was already as disgusted as she could be with their actions, but then the white one opened his mouth and let out the most ludicrous sentences she'd ever heard.
Like a child who broke his own toy and then tantrumed that everyone else was to blame, Lachesis attempted to paint the Keep wolves as unreasonable in their response to strangers aggressively surging into their clearly-marked territory. She would have audibly scoffed and rolled her eyes at the absurdity of it were she not so indignantly angry with the man and his followers.
Before anything else, however, he saw fit to scold Aytigin, her subordinate. She knew of his exile, had talked it over with the man long ago, and they had both conceded that it would be wise for him to keep a wide berth of the foothills pack's territory and certainly never be involved in any scouting ventures to the Surge. Admonishing him for existing in his own home, however? He'd committed a crime, and served his punishment, but apparently Lachesis had expected the man to lay down and die rather than continue on with his life. He was here to do better, be better and it was just another ember on Nineva's internal fire that the stranger would try still to drag Aytigin down through the mud.
She had clacked her teeth in warning and moved to stand in front of her chocolate-coated Queensguard, and the call to knock it off would have included words had the pale man not drawled on, undeserved arrogance dripping off his pristine fur and salmon tongue.
"I'm not mightily inclined to give a shit about what you want right now," she declared, in response to his not wanting to fight.
"You sure as hell don't have a leg to stand on in making demands and telling my subordinate who he may speak to. Clearly, these are not your hunting grounds, they are our home, and you damned well knew that. There is absolutely no reason for what must be more than half your pack to circle around to damn near the opposite side of one of the Lore's largest bodies of water for deer."
She knew the path the wolves must have taken, due west quite a ways before doubling back east to reach the Keep's shore. It was astounding that they would think they could claim any kind of innocence after a trek like that.
"I know where the other packs lie as well, and your relation to them, and so I know well enough that you could hunt the entire expanse of the Fjord and the forests and tundra directly north of you. You can't say they're lacking game recently either, as we've only hunted in Kingsfall because we were aware of your territory."
As for not rushing over to say hi while establishing their pack and raising Ellery, she wouldn't waste the breath in trying to justify herself. If they were so butthurt about it all, they certainly could've sent their own envoy before committing such a drastic transgression. As she saw it, the Keep had done nothing actually wrong, and believed any other level-headed packs would be quick to agree; these wolves just wanted to go out of their way for a pissing match rather than living to let live.
"Now: Leave."
If any Surge wolf wanted to launch into a speech, they would be swiftly interrupted by snarls and clicking teeth before Nineva began another charge to chase them out. She was done talking, and definitely done listening. If they wanted anything from her the opposing pack would have to start by getting the hell off her lawn.