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Hey there 
Naniko's always in Optime form.
She'd only just managed to wash the rest of the blood out of her fur when the she caught wind of a brand new scent. Naniko gave a growl of frustration, flicking water off of her paws and claws with a quick snap of her elbows. She and Macer had really taught that intruder a lesson...they had deliberately ignored the border after initially discovering it, and had chosen to venture deep into the territory. It was inexcusable, and the punishment that they had given had well-fit the crime. She took the pack's safety very seriously, and saw the dark wolf's intrusion as justification for her near-constant paranoia. Since the Inferni spy had breached their borders the year before, she'd been ever-vigilant in her daily treks of the border.
The pack had a few safeguards to protect against intruders, such as the crows and her own owl companion Ta'Tuq, but they could not be everywhere and could not see everything that was out there. That was why she'd ordered the pack to dig trenches as well, pit-fall traps that would catch those who chose to venture too far in without permission. Members of the pack knew their locations and how to avoid them for the most part...but an outsider would not. She passed a few of these traps on her way back out to the border, padding quickly toward the odd scent that she'd caught. Naniko tightened the weapons-belt she wore, making sure it was cinched properly before coming out of the woods and toward the outsider.
It seemed as if this one had more respect than the last. They had come into the border area but had not crossed it, something that greatly pleased the Angela to see. The large alabaster wolf ran a clawed hand over her long, silver braid, making herself a bit more presentable as she approached. "You, there. Do you have business in Anathema?" Perhaps they were a friend of a packmate...or someone looking for that loner that she and Macer had taken out that morning. "I am Naniko D'Angelo, leader of this pack."