<blockquote>Silently the copper wolf marched, the white clump of fur between clenched foreteeth, its stench right underneath his nose. All things considered, it was not really conducive to a calm mood, and there was not a single inch of joy in his manner as he stalked towards the pack den, Cali in tow. Just in case his evidence was not damning enough, she would be testament to the fact that <i>they</i> had trespassed - <i>again</i> - and this time, it had been with teeth. Whether Rhysis and Naira were behind it or not, their followers were testing his patience and mercy to their very limits.
Marsh was not exactly known for those two qualities, either.
With the brisk, angry pace that he had set, it did not take long to reach the pack's den, and without hesitation spat out the disgusting fur onto the ground. The stench filled his nose and he didn't know whether there were any pack members already in the den, but no matter - it just meant that they'd come sooner. Glancing back at Cali once, just to make sure that she had not failed to follow, he then lifted his head and called for the pack - anybody who could be bothered to show. Rhysis and Naira's followers were making a habit of this, and whether it was by accident or by intention, the pack needed to know. He could not be everywhere at once - and what if trespassings had happened without his knowledge? Would getting them together only bring out more tales of the blatant disregard for the River's territory? He hoped that Ice would show. No matter the truth behind what had happened at the river, the guardian had been present at at least two of the incidents.
He did not know whether or not Corinna would show, but it did not matter; no doubt word would reach her swiftly enough. She was in no position to stress herself unduly, though Marsh was not about to treat her as a child; she had a right to know about the recent pressures on their borders, just as well as she had a right to know that he was prepared to do everything in his power to combat it.
Stepping forward, so that he stood with the bloodied tuft of white fur between his forelegs, Marsh tried his best to exercise patience and slow down the steady pump of angry adrenaline in his system.</blockquote>