It had been months since she gave birth to her darling pups. But they had worn her out far more than her first litter. The young wolves were heavily guarded and protected over. She would not allow any wolves to go through what her young was forced into. Perhaps Quinn had been too strict with them, but she didn't care. It was what was best for her young. The Alphess wandered from the protection of the pack clearing. She was headed for the borders to make her rounds once again. This was the only time she felt complete peace and quiet. Yes, she may have been visited by a guest or forced to chase off some foxes, but it was not bad. She actually got to think of everything that had been building within her life. Her mate was her rock, and though they had a bumpy start in these new lands, she was ever so happy to have found him once again. A smile was brought to her lips as she thought of Fenris, unable to contain her joy in her presence, even when he was nowhere to be found. The small Alphess found herself stuck in thought as a howl broke her mind up.

Ears twitched towards the sound as her tail curled over her spine. Her paws dashed through the grass and weeds as she made her way to the area the call had originated from. The fae was quick on her paws, her small frame helping her race across the lands. She weaved around the base of trees and fallen branches. As she approached, she could smell the scent of fresh blood. The scent sent a tingle down her spine. She knew it well. Those damned foxes must have killed something again or perhaps her guest was in trouble? Both of these thoughts forced the Alphess to run even faster than she had been running. When she was finally nearby, she slowed. There was a lot of blood before her. If there was emanate danger, she needed to come up with a plan of escape. Tail still curled over her back, she moved from the cover of bushes to see a wolf with several dead bodies around him. The largest kill had left a trail of blood behind. This trail had crossed the border, leaving the lands of Helidos. It had been a long time since Quinn had to be so aggressive to a wolf coming to her lands, but she needed it to be known that this was not okay. The Alphess snarled, growling, baring her off-white teeth. Her tongue rolled over her fangs and rolled back into her mouth, allowing the saliva to roll from her lips. Her jowls were completely exposed and the fur along her back stood straight up. She sounded like a demon, a sound she was even scared of. "Who do you think you are? Hunting on my lands and dragging it out of my borders to do exactly what with it? You think you can just kill to your heart's content?"

Quinn listened to the ramblings of the wolf before her. He was going on about how he didn't kill it in her pack lands, but accidentally dragged it over or something. The Alphess had paid little attention to this until this point. Her harvest hues looked over the land, seeking the prints of the animal. It was true. There were no hoof marks within the border. Immediately she had realized she was wrong. She couldn't completely retract her words or her actions. She was an Alphess after all. She allowed her lips to relax, covering the fangs she had showed to him in the most horrendous way possible. She had been furious, but she say the error in her ways. She had never gone this far before. She stood straight up, even though she was still smaller than the wolf before her. Her ears flickered to an upright position and listened for anything else he was going to say. Instead of accepting completely that she was wrong, she spoke in a low tone. It was not friendly or inviting as usual. "It is still wasteful that you kill so much. You are just one wolf. You should have waited until you were accepted before going on your little spree. How do you plan to bring these kills back into my pack if you are to be accepted?"