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Sorry for letting you wait; My man had a birthday party yesterday so I had no time to check in here 
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He had heard no howl. Perhaps she was a visitor. Dawali had picked her scent up on his way to the fields near the border, where he hoped to start a crop of tobacco sometime soon. Instead, now, he headed in the direction of this stranger, whose presence puzzled him. If she was a visitor, surely he would have heard her call for whoever it was that she knew here? And if not, she could be a messenger from another pack, though he could not smell any pack scent in between her own from here. She could just recently have joined a pack, though, and their scent would not have settled. He was not quick to judge. The Chief moved quickly, long legs moving him across the land with ease and the feathers and ornaments of his mane dancing behind him in the moving air. Yellow eyes gazed ahead with great focus, trying to spot her, which he did before he had expected to. She was quite far into AniWaya, and unaccompanied. He very nearly frowned, but called out to her, a wordless sound, as he continued to approach her, one arm raised above his head in a greeting. Once close enough for conversation his deep voice formed words, and his pose stated quite firmly that he was the authority in these parts. Not usually blunt, Dawali found himself on the defense as to why she was here, and not at the borders where one would expect a stranger to wait, for now he was certain; there was no trace of another pack on her. She was not a messenger, but a loner. His face was without a smile now, but also without hostility. He would hear her out first. "I'm Dawali, Chief of this tribe whose lands you've entered without our permission. State your business." He was demanding an answer, and not asking, but this was Dawali with his guard up. He was by no means cruel, but trespassing needed to be addressed. If she proved trustworthy and honest, he would forgive her for he rudeness.