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SSWM: 384.
Fiachra was patrolling the borders. Not because it was her duty, but simply because she had nothing better to do with her time right now. She had set up a small make-shift distillery in her room, and the fire was making it far too warm in there. She would have to go back and check on the progress of her now-cooling alcohol soon, but for now, she sat by the borders with a book and flipped idly through it, having read it far too many times. Okay, so this wasn't exactly patrolling, but hey, she had gotten up and paced a few times! It was something to do, at least, while she waited for the Golden Fairy to finish. She hoped to take a guest in sometime soon, perhaps Naniko again, and she would need alcohol for the occasion. Then again... Naniko had sorely overdone it last time they had drank together, and had fucked herself up decently, and shattered a glass bottle besides. Perhaps she would dilute it next time. Then again.. she had, surely, enjoyed caring for her snow white queen. Not that she would ever wish harm upon her for the sake of caring for her, but nonetheless...
Her mind was preoccupied with distilling and Naniko and medical technique when an unfamiliar scent met her nose, followed by the sound of a call from a little way off. She raises her eyes from her book slowly, a glint of something dangerous in her eyes. Someone dared come near her pack's territory? Aw, hell no. She stood up, slipping her book into the bag on the ground while the girl was still far enough away to not see her, and wrapped her rosary around her wrist, holding the large, sharpened crucifix in her hand, should she need to defend herself. She stepped directly in front of the girl and glared, lightning in her icy, blue eyes. She did not take well to intruders, and this one didn't look like a joiner - they were from Phoenix Valley, like Pripyat had been, by the scent. "Foreigner. Why have you come to this place?" Her eyes stayed glued, jaw tightened, and she kept her weapon at her side, but it was a sure threat - 'come closer, invade my home, see what happens.'