Usually, she sensed newcomers by sound - they made no effort to stay hidden, and howled for her attention, either for a trade or even to join the pack. However, this one she first recognized by scent - the alien smell of a foreigner wafted into her nose, followed by the sound of the presumable female screeching at something Skye did not know.

Immediately drawing her dagger from its sheath, she walked to where the stranger was, which was not very far. She found the odd-looking female - light colored, with horrible scars stretching down and across her face, covering her eye. The one eye she did have looked slightly crazed, and to add to that feature, she had two snakes draped over her.

She was also inside Skye's territory.

Snarling loudly and walking briskly to the woman so that the Optime female was mere feet away from the woman, she raised her knife and bared her teeth.

"You are trespassing upon Cercatori d'Arte soil, stranger," she growled lowly, her hackles rising and her tail lashing in defense of her home.

The creamy white alpha female narrowed her eyes dangerously as the strange outsider in front of her seemed to display sheer stupidity of the subject of packs and their territories. One of her snakes, the black and white one, began to slither around on the woman's body, making Skye even more wary of what this woman wanted. On one hand, she seemed to be insane - on the other hand, this could be a trick.

Her eyes narrowed further as the woman inquired about what 'Cercatori' was. "Cercatori d'Arte is the name of these lands, girl," she said sharply, taking a few steps toward her and her weird snakes. "The lands that you have trespassed upon without permission." The last words came out in a low grow, bordering on a vicious snarl. This woman set her sensors off - she was odd, strange, either was not all right in the head or otherwise completely clueless and stupid about how the world worked.

Even if she was daft or insane, it would have been near impossible to miss the scent markers of Cercatori d'Arte. On the outside, their scent was pungent and noticeable, the odd-scent-out - in here, however, in her own woods and forest and lands, the odd loner who stood before her was the one who was the odd one out; all around her wafted the scents of clay and the musky scents of the forest, while this wolf smelled only of herself and a slight strange sickness.

Suddenly, the snake left the woman's arm and began to slither towards Skye. The female barked at it once loudly and lowered her dagger, still keeping her eyes on the woman, hoping that the sound would make it direct its path somewhere else. "Remove yourself from my lands, trespasser," she hissed.

Finally the odd-looking woman began to show some sense, and lowered her ears and turned her body to a more submissive position. Usually Skye was not the one to lord her rank over everyone, or to force others to show submission, but sometimes exceptions had to be made, such as in this trespasser's case. The woman became even weirder in Skye's eyes as she told shortly of her past, and how where she came from, wolves and canines did not have their own territories. Everyone apparently just walked around wherever they wanted.

Weird and insane as this woman was, she did seem genuine, and as long as she got off of Cercatori d'Arte, Skye really didn't care. She was about to say so when the woman's eye changed - where it was somewhat sane before, it morphed into a crazed look, and Skye was puzzled for a moment by her question. Baby? Did the woman have a puppy with her? But then she realized that this crazy lady was talking about the snake. Skye watched, perplexed, as she described the dangers of the snake.

"Why on earth would you keep such a dangerous creature with you --" Skye was cut off as the woman exclaimed yet again about something and lunged forward. Instinct took over logical thought and Skye jumped backward and bared her dagger and her teeth at the woman, snarling loudly. The woman, however, completely ignored Skye and instead.. attacked the air next to her?

Still crouching, she watched as the woman stabbed and whipped the air around her, finally stopping and seeming to grab something - although nothing was there. She then sat on the floor, picking at invisible things that Skye could not see. As the woman grinned and looked up at her, Skye saw the true insanity in the woman's eye.

This idiot was a lunatic and she did not care for her in her pack lands anymore. She did not think she was being insolent anymore in her insane ramblings, but she certainly was a dangerous liability, particularly since she could see dangerous things and attack them at any time - it reminded her of another insane individual. Liam. With the image of the boy in her mind, Skye snarled once more and crouched, all prepared to strike.

"You are insane," she snarled. "If you don't get out of my territory in the next few minutes, I will personally -- forcibly -- remove you." What she didn't say was that she would just kill her if she restrained any longer - she would find that little fact out soon enough, though.

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The female ignored the insane's words, disregarding them as the words of a lower, unworthy one. She stood tall and high over the unranked and outsider female, her tail erect and her ears straight; her head was held high and she looked down upon the loner. The female may have the illusion that she knew things better than Skye did, that she was better at being protected than she was, but the fact remained that Skye had an entire pack behind her - and this woman had nothing but her easily killed snakes.

She followed closely behind the woman, dagger still up and threatening - she didn't bother to answer the girl, as that was below her time. Loners, especially those who dared to be so imprudent as to trespass upon a pack's borders, were below even the lowest of the pack - were unworthy to tread the soil that they did. She followed the woman until she was finally out of the pack's borders; and when she was, Skye let out a final, feral snarl and a snap of her teeth, sending a clear message - if the loner came back into those lands again, she would not come back out.