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Much to the fae's dismay, it wasn't often that Ghita had the time to wander around by herself. Now that the puppies were growing older, most every moment was spent with them, and the spare time she did have was usually spent recharging for the next shift where she had to watch the children. But even though the time was short, there was a noticeable gap in duties that fell cause to Ghita and Jazper; The ebony male used to spend more time patrolling the borders, keeping Crimson Dreams safe from any intruders that could pose a threat to the pack or his children. But now that their puppies were taking most of their time, Jazper couldn't be in more than one place at once, which meant that the border security was beginning to fall. Feeling only slightly guilty for this, seeing as it was her children that had caused the breach in security but her mate's choice, she offered to take some of the border patrols, which extended to today as well.


So it was with a set of heavy paws and heavy eyelids that Ghita took off to wander around the territories, sorely missing the extra hour of rest she would have spent the time completing. But all the same, if she could just patrol the upper half of the territory, and go just beyond Rabbit Lake, and didn't find any recent scents, perhaps she could snatch a few more moments to sleep before Jazper set out on a hunt. She didn't resent him for needing to hunt - after all, eating was somewhat required for their species - but she wished that everyone's naptimes would just collide for once. The fae had made it roughly three-quarters of the way to Rabbit Lake before the scent assaulted her nostrils, and the fae extended her legs into a run. Her Lupus form still held a slight limp from the barn which had collapsed onto it, but for the most part time had healed the injury, and the mother broke into a quick run to track the scent. Something about it hinted at familiarity, but she wouldn't be able to put her paw onto it until the male explained his situation.


Slightly annoyed that she had come across a trespasser onto her territory, and wondering with a distinct lack of conscience if she could quickly dispel of the 'threat' and still make it back home in time for a nap, the fae trotted up to the intruder onto her territory, turquoise optics peering at him quizzically and tail held high, indicating her status among the pack. Even if the male meant no harm to her or Crimson Dreams, the fae still needed to inform him of his trespassing. Her pelt of many grey, brown, and silver hues whipped in the wind that blew snow around them, giving a rippling effect to the situation. Her large, turquoise eyes showed kindness but no hilarity - it was a grave insult to some pack members to trespass. The piercings that decorated her lips and ears clinked lightly in the wind, giving the fae a slightly foreign look that contributed to that which was Ghita. Parting her ebony lips in speech, her tone was inquisitive with only a slight tone of hostility - enough to show that despite her tired state, she was not a pushover. "Are you aware you have trespassed into Crimson Dreams?"

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In her mind, Ghita wasn't being the least bit hostile towards the intruder on her lands. This was simply how she did business, how she was taught to and how her nature dictated. At this point, she knew nothing of the silver male with the milky eye and the lame leg that stood on her territory - for all she knew, those could be battle scars that could dictate a violent nature, one that would want to bring harm to her family and her pack. Perhaps it wasn't kind to make such assumptions upon meeting someone for the first time, but at times it was necessary, especially when it came to the safety of her friends and family. It would be unwise to assume that every intruder meant no harm, even when that turned out to be most of the cases surrounding intruders. Ghita did not want to be responsible for the single time that an intruder turned out to be violent, and she certainly did not want this error on her record, or to second guess her own ability to judge character. In her mind, Ghita wasn't being hostile but obeying protocol required on her own lands, as a high-ranking pack member. She hadn't meant to appear threatening or angry in any way, but given the male's drastic reaction to her presence, she thought that she should give this more consideration. She had obviously frightened him, despite his appearance of having seen more of life than she'd had. Feeling the first prickles of regret in her fur, she studied him with her turquoise eyes for another moment, trying to judge whether or not she could afford to let her guard down at this time.


Sitting back on her haunches, her tail dropped from it's aggressive post and her body morphed into a less threatening creature, but the searching look in her eyes remained the same, her ears remained erect, and she still held the air that she hoped seemed authoritative. It worked on her small puppies, but she hadn't been around many wolves other than her family, Jazper, and her young puppies - the latter of the three could be easily intimidated by a snap or a slight growl. With all of these factors combined, her lack of sleep only heightening her suspicion and desire to screen this wolf correctly, her temper was shortened and sympathy somewhat lacking. The agouti mother could only give so much sympathy towards meaningless problems, such as "Tony stepped on my tail!" and "Fia's eating my ears!" and "Lorenzo won't stop snoring! MOM". Eventually, Ghita resorted to simply remove the tattling child from the situation and gave it a bath, a quick tactic that had the children reporting less and less squabbles between each other and began sorting out these problems for themselves, something that Ghita hadn't originally intended, but didn't see any need to halt her parenting strategy. She had found something that worked somewhat well, and wasn't about to stop it here.


Flicking her ears in surprise once she heard the words Twilight Vale echo around them, she gave a quick nod to the wolf opposite her, hoping to dispel some of his nerves. He had at least checked out their history, given the mention of her pack's old name, back when Savina hadn't been the leader, and, if memory served, the white Naniko had taken the reins. Ghita herself hadn't been a member of the pack back in those days, but her mate Jazper had, and so had Savina - which gave enough ties to the family to be considered slightly less suspicious. At the very least, this man wasn't mad. "That's certainly some time ago." However, at the same time, she scented another pack's scent on him, a pack that she'd had little contact with, but knew all the same. She expected him to be of Phoenix Valley, and although the pack had never given Crimson Dreams trouble to her knowledge, she couldn't base her judgement solely on the pack's history. "You've travelled some distance from Phoenix Valley to get here." The fae murmured, calculating the distance in her mind, but giving up before she heard Noah's next statement. It was a long journey, nevertheless. The sudden mention of her mate's name brought a shock to the fae, as shown by her blinking turquoises, and once the meaning sunk in she let a wolfy smile grace her pretty features. "That would make me your sister-in-law, Ghita Marino. Why didn't you mention that sooner?" She'd heard her ebony mate mention a brother once or twice before, and it sounded like it was this male. If he was family - she would welcome him whenever needed.

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Having finally decided that her hostility was better spent elsewhere, Ghita now let her accusatory gaze melt into one more relaxed, more willing to give this fellow a chance. He didn't seem to be too much of a threat, and he had traveled a long way to get here of all places. Both Crimson Dreams and Phoenix Valley were known for their relatively peaceful natures, although that did not exclude individual members from being of different inclinations. Likely, if this male had wandered here he was either dreadfully lost, seeking membership, or someone in particular. The first and last were possible, with only the second being unlikely, since the scent of Phoenix Valley surrounded his pelt. Unless there had been some pack dispute, one that she had not heard any news of, there was more likely to be a fixed goal in this male's sights, whether Crimson Dreams was it or not. It wasn't uncommon to find wolves lost, even though their senses were strong and hearts proud. In her time, Ghita had righted many a traveler to their desired path, in Canada or elsewhere.


The agouti fae knew of Jazper's past, but only in the way that mates would share their backgrounds if so inclined. Something that she and Jazper both shared was a lack of a father; although Ghita had found a father-like figure in Lorenzo Bruno, the male for which she named her third-born son, and Jazper in Lucifer, they both lacked the presence a biological father could bring. The mention of her pitch-black mate spoke of good things to Ghita, whether the feeling was founded or not, and if the tattooed male called this fellow a brother to him, as she had heard ages ago, and this male verified that accusation, the agouti mother found little grounds to be hostile towards him, as he certainly didn't seem like he wanted to cause any harm. His stutter and surprise, mixed with a bit of fear, that had exuded from him after Ghita's only somewhat hostile behaviour only served to prove that fact that Ghita decided it was safe to guess at.


Jazper's mention bringing peace to both of them in this case, Ghita's face lit up with a smile after hearing that her name had been mentioned to this male. It was certainly in Jaz's personality to boast about his family, but not in a bad way - Jazper had every right to be proud of his family. Eyes quickly darting to the movement his tail made, but turquoise orbs finding nothing to be wrong with that, she relaxed once more, flicking her ears as she took the statement in good humor. The silver rings that lay in her left ear jangled together as they moved, a bell-like chime accompanying the good looking fae as she smiled, relaxed and only slightly embarrassed to find she was mentioned. "Only good things, I hope. Has he told you about our children, and our family's life here in Crimson Dreams?"