The hunting party was a success. Jera licked the blood from her paws. She had always been good at ambushing prey since she was fast enough to position herself ahead of the pack as they drove their target toward her. This time, she had sprung her trap on an aging doe. Her family would eat well tonight.
Jera ate her fill of the carcass after first letting Rain rip into it. She thought about mentioning the stray wolf, but knew that if Rain caught wind of him, he'd be ripped to shreds. Jera would let him off with a warning this time.
As the group padded their way back to the den site, Jera came across the Dark Fire clan's scent again. Sure taking your time in here. Jera was offended, thinking the male wolf had taken advantage of her lenience. It wasn't until she followed the trail a little ways off that she realized it wasn't the same musty smell as before. This was a different wolf. Jera growled. Now you've overstepped your welcome.
She looked at her over fed companions walking away from her position. She could handle this without them. Jera took off, lopping after the scent trail and towards the edges of the Star Light pack territory. A light rustle made her stop in her tracks, and she began to stalk the noise. She closed in, her green eyes trying to pierce the thick brush and identify her target.
Suddenly she came around a clearing and growled at the sight of a young gray wolf trotting over territory lines. "And just where do you think your going little one?" She displayed her fangs threateningly so as not to be ignored as she emerged from the shadows.