Laying in a small, sunlit clearing was the large dame, her sides gently rising and falling as she basked in the heat of the sun. He auricles were perked, her emerald hues lidded. If one were to just stumble upon the scene, they'd most likely think Yukon was deceased she was lying so still. But, they'd quickly find out that was far from the truth; and it seemed someone wanted to test that theory. The cracking of twigs startled the brutish fae, causing her to shoot to her paws. Yukon quickly examined her surroundings, her audits swiveling atop of her crown as her nostrils twitched. She hadn't seen anyone, but could smell them. A low growl emitted from the female chest. "That doesn't smell like Fenrys.." She mumbled to herself, stalking after where the scent flowed from.

After about five minutes of walking, the dame came across a group of approximately ten wolves. Her white auricles flattened to her cranium as her lips curled into a silent snarl. Great... What could these fools possibly want? She thought to herself, her emerald hues roaming over each and every wolf. Almost as if she was searching for their weakest link -- Like a Stalker hunting her prey. Swiping her tongue over her lips, the dame soon moved off, staying silent and hoping the group wouldn't scent her as she attempted to pick up her aquaintances scent. Yukon wasn't about to attempt to fend off this group of wolves by herself. But, as she walked, the dame snapped a twig beneath her weight, causing attention. A large black wolf along with a smaller brown one stalked toward her. Yukon's emerald hues glared at them through the brush. It was inevitable at this point, she had two choices..

Run and most likely get chased, or Stay and maybe try to talk these wolves into leaving.

Letting out a small growl at herself, the dame stalked out of the brush before the wolves had a chance to find her. This caused the smaller brown wolf to quickly back up. Though, the large brute sized Yukon up. A scoff sounded from Yukon's maw, "If I wanted to hurt you, I would have done so already.. So, unless you want me too.. I suggest you back away from me." Yukon grumbled, quickly seeingrage grow within the brutes eye.

"Cereberus. Back down."

A weakened voice strained through the air, causing the attention of the dame to be drawn to its host. Which, seemed to be a feeble older male, his colors being an odd mixture of grey, white and gold. Though, she noticed how quickly the large brutes attitude changed. Alpha, huh? Well, this should be easy. Yukon thought, examining the weak wolf as he walked over to her.

"What is it that you need, stranger?" The wolf questioned.

Yukon would shift her weight backward, softly lowering her hind end down into a sitting position. "For you to leave, and go back to where you came from."She replied simply, hoping the wolf would just agree. Though, it didn't seem as though he was. The feeble alpha looked back at the large black brute, then to his other allies.

"And, how exactly are you going to make us?" The black wolf piped up.

Yukon's maw formed into a manic grin, "Well, it's either that.. Or you pack mates will not only watch you get torn to shreds.. But your alpha as well." She chuckled, snapping her jaws the older male wolf, causing him to fumble backward and fall. Rolling her eyes, she'd wait for the black wolf -- or someone else -- to attack. It never happened. Scoffing, the dame would just turn before looking over her shoulder at them. "You have until I find my help to leave. Otherwise... You'll be sorry." She mentioned, not hearing anything but a murmur between the wolves.

"Not if we find you and your 'help' first." The black wolf growled, tending to his alpha and allowing the damn to walk off.

Yukon took the words that rolled off of the brutes tongue with a grain of salt. They meant nothing to her, as she knew they wouldn't and couldn't do anything to her. All that was left to do was find her "friend". Which, didn't take her long on the account that his scent was pretty easy to pick up and follow.. She just hoped he wouldn't stumble across the pack himself and get into trouble before she could find him. Yukon didn't like when things don't go her way, and she wasn't planning on letting herself down.