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Dx Yesh wc: 171
She wondered if the female had been a trespasser or something; why else would she be laying injured at their pack’s borders? This thought made her slightly suspicious and she backed up a pace, continuing to observe the hurt one. What was her name? Where had she come from? She wanted to shout questions at the stranger and demand to know the answers, but felt that such behavior wouldn’t help her in this situation. It was obvious that she was weak and hurt, and yelling at her wouldn’t get her the answers she sought, she felt.
”What are you doing here?” That was the first priority. She wasn’t the type to allow just anyone into the territory, even if they were injured. ”Did you go into my territory and get injured there, girl?” One question at a time, slow and easy. That was how she would gain the answers that she sought. Wind blew through her white fur as she stood there, looking down at the stranger. ”And your name, please.”