In the two weeks that Borden had been gone, Vlarindara had done her best to make sure that the pack and Jaysyek were well cared for...that there was some kind of a meal tucked in the mouth of the den for any wolf who might be passing through. She'd been up before the dawn every morning, patrolling the borders and remarking their lands...the last to bed - or so she thought. She usually slept outside the den, curled on top of the dwelling to be closer to any who might wish their pack harm. It was the day he returned that Vlarindara was trotting back from the thicket of secrets into their territory when she saw a form lying on the ground just inside the borders. The small boar was settled lightly to the ground, wide jaws parting to lay it as gently upon the earth as she could.
Still a distance away from the smaller wolf, the Grizzly Hollow second moved around, keeping the wind at her face so the other wolf wouldn't smell her...not yet. His scents were mingled with other animals from paths he crossed over..He appeared...thin, his coat dusty from wherever he happened to have traveled.. The wolf appeared to be sleeping...but she couldn't be sure in these times... His coat was matted and dirtied...it appeared whoever it was had little time to care for the way they looked. His scent was...familiar... but it was also mixing with the scents of the wolves of their territory.. each different scent wafting towards her in the wind. They had yet to hear of Bordens return - she'd figured that he would call his return to the wolves.. let them know he was coming. This couldn't be their alpha.
The female felt her muscles tense, the hackles on her back and shoulders rising with the silent growl, the instinctive need to be larger..bigger than her possible opponent. With none of the pack nearby, Vlarindara had no backup.. but she could howl.. call them out if she needed.. but for now.. he was a bit smaller than her.. or she. The gender of the wolf didn't matter.. What *DID* matter was it was inside their territory lines...And that...was NOT a smart move. The large female emerged from where she'd been spying in the underbrush, the low growl growing into a blood curdling snarl, lips pulling back to display her ivory fangs. The plumed tail more reminiscent of a Great Pyrenees than the stiffer ones of wolves curled tightly over her back, looking almost like a pompom. The two triangle ears were arced forward, eyes, ears and fangs centered on her quarry. If that warning wasn't enough for the wolf.. the growled and snarled words of the female may very well have been. "If you wish to keep your hide.. I suggest you. Leave." The last word was punctuated with a snapping of her jaws, the growling snarl never stopping..her footsteps never ceasing to bring her closer to the wolf. Her muscles were tense, legs stiff..but ready to charge this trespasser if they didn't think smart and leave.