After a talk with Sophia about her behavior, one that was quickly forgotten by the red-furred young woman before she took off to do whatever it was she did, Ghita found herself without anything else to attend to. Jazper was, as he had been recently, distant from her. Rather than return home where there would either be loneliness or awkwardness, she decided to patrol. It wasn't her position to patrol — she was a hunter, rather than a guardian — but it kept her on her toes while the world around her crumbled. One hand rose to rub at her eyes, an exhausted sigh escaping her as she allowed her legs to walk aimlessly. There was no end destination. Just a desire to remain active.
A change of scent on the air caused her to passive features to twist into a scowl — someone was near who wasn't supposed to be. Her demeanor changed quickly, from lackadaisical woman to someone who had a mission. Trespassers weren't allowed, as she expected they weren't allowed in any pack land. It didn't take her long to find the transgressor, some small black female hiding beneath a tree. Without a trace of warmth, she crossed her arms and approached. "You. Get up and leave. You're an adult; you should know better than to trespass on pack lands — the borders are well marked." There was no excuse for wandering into a pack, be it ignorance or youth, once someone had reached the ranks of adults, and Ghita would have none of it from her.
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