08-26-2011, 11:23 PM
Shawchert was not a dumb man, and he'd waited, ever vigilante, though he nearly dozed off, only movement caught him off guard and he sat up, but made sure that he was not seen. He couldn't tell who it was or what was going on... that was until the fire was lit.... the face of the man burned bright for a second before it was dropped to the ground where it started to slowly spread. Shawcher'ts heart leapt, he'd come from the border tree. Growling he rushed from his hiding spot, dirt in his hands already, quickly stamping it out, but he didn't give the man any time to flee. Shawchert snarled as he lunged at the man to bowl him over to the ground. Shawchert cared deeply for traditions of the pack, as well as anything that linked him to the making of it. He did not take kindly to someone deliberately destroying it.