From her place inside the borders, Sky narrowed her eyes. The woman thanked her and turned away, leaving at her own steady pace and whistling as if not a care could be found. Loners and rogues. Sky was slowly starting to dislike the lot of them. Something about this one rubbed her the wrong way and it was only understandable that the hormonal, protective woman tred on the side of caution.
As the woman got further and further away, she stayed put and once the borders were no longer occupied by the girl's fresh scent, Sky sent out a howl into the sky, one of warning. This woman was not welcome to return at her leisure, though she was not banished from the land's borders in any way. A show of posession over the territory, a reminder that d'Arte was not a pack to trifle with.
Her warning cast, she turned and left for home. She felt a bit tired and was looking forward to crawling into bed and escaping her day-to-day duties in favor of spoiling her pregnancy. Yes, milking it for more than its worth. Lazy bitch.
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