Following the altercation at the river, Urna had stalked away from her packmates, sending low branches whipping behind her. She'd kept her distance since then, not trusting her tongue. To pass the night, she'd dug a stubborn little scrape in the ground (less a den and more a hollow to rest her body), and hunted alone in the morning.
There was only so long she could play the part of sulking adolescent, though, especially if she wanted to ensure the security of the borders here. So the day saw her tracking down Gabriel's trail; she hesitated a moment when she scented Quinnat as well, but forged on ahead. Her ears caught the faint strains of conversation, and her mouth tightened grimly. They were discussing the intrusion.
"I doubt we can trust a single word she said," Urna offered as she emerged from the brush and shook out her fur. "She was just looking out for her her own—" She cut herself off as a specific memory rose to the top of her recollection. Enya, throwing herself at Gabriel and yelling for Shifty to run. Urna shook it off. "She was just trying to make us doubt ourselves enough to let her get away." The anger she'd smothered earlier reignited in her chest. "Speaking of which." She fixed Quinnat with a steady stare.
There was only so long she could play the part of sulking adolescent, though, especially if she wanted to ensure the security of the borders here. So the day saw her tracking down Gabriel's trail; she hesitated a moment when she scented Quinnat as well, but forged on ahead. Her ears caught the faint strains of conversation, and her mouth tightened grimly. They were discussing the intrusion.
"I doubt we can trust a single word she said," Urna offered as she emerged from the brush and shook out her fur. "She was just looking out for her her own—" She cut herself off as a specific memory rose to the top of her recollection. Enya, throwing herself at Gabriel and yelling for Shifty to run. Urna shook it off. "She was just trying to make us doubt ourselves enough to let her get away." The anger she'd smothered earlier reignited in her chest. "Speaking of which." She fixed Quinnat with a steady stare.