Niernans heavy paws stepped surprisingly lightly as he padded through the pine loam, his cyan eyes scanning the thin tree cover as he made his way to the lake on his patrol. His bushy tail wagged feebly behind his rump as he walked; the day was warm and pleasant and it was almost possible to forget the news that Colibri had brought back to the pack yesterday. For a moment the tension that had been present in his shoulders since the pack meeting had dissipated in the sunlight, but as his mind took him back to the cuts and bruises on his pack mates body the tension returned tenfold. He let a stream of savage growls and barks rumble from his vast Secui chest but it didn't kill his anger.
A flash of golden fur caught his eye through the trees, he raised his nose to the air and inhaled, Grace's scent, papery and wild, came to him. His brow creased in worry though as the scent of a stranger also filled his nose, he trotted towards the golden D'Angelo, realising as he got closer that she was over the pack borders, meaning the stranger was outside packlands and not trespassing. He slowed as he approached, coming to a stop at Grace's side. As a greeting to his lover he brushed against her side, but his eyes were fixed on the stranger. His tan rimmed ears had picked up the dark dogs stammering reply and his last question, he saved Grace from responding by answering in his growly Irish tones. "These lands belong to Vinatta, stranger. You choose to rest in a questionable place, so close to pack borders, especially as there seems to be a rogue with a taste for violence wandering this area."
Niernan paused then, his eyes running up and down the black furred dog, taking in his black eyes, the red dye on his fur and the runic scar etched into his chest. He noticed the dogs unease and grew suspicious, "What did you say your name was stranger?" The growl in his voice had become more pronounced and his hackles had raised as his suspicions grew. He waited, unsure of the dog, not knowing how he would react and that made him even more nervous seeing as Grace was stood right next to him. He glanced at the Golden woman, knowing that if he asked her to leave he'd get a smack or an acerbic remark, he sighed and relented to her presence.
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