WHO ARE YOU? WHAT DO YOU NEED?

The Marauder shook her fur gently as she walked one of the spaces of empty land that broke up the line of almost finished watch towers, squinting against the glaring sun. An annoyed sigh left her, bored completely out of her mind. Dragging her paws along the sands until a fresh scent was picked up. There was no discernable group scent with it, as though someone from the neutral lands or a new, infant group, had marched into the territory. And it did not take long to find the culprit, and though Kold would not admit it later, her blood ran cold for a moment upon sighting them.

Lurching within the border, the lion snarled, reddened eyes gazing around, lost. With their dark fur, she almost thought it was Night. But no, they did not have a mane, and had several large lacerations on their body. Turning their gaze to her, they roared and lurched toward her. "Little girl, what are you doing, all alone out here?" She drawled, the lioness' voice sounding hoarse. Kold sneered.

"Do you mistake me for a child? You are trespassing on Pitt territory. Turn around now, and you live to see another day." She snarled at the lioness, who simply grinned. Her teeth were blood stained. Kold's ears flicked, and her teeth flashed in a quick snap. "Child, you're all alone. I doubt someone will come to your aid." And the lioness tackled the marauder, biting down on her black paw.

Kold snarled, using electricity to strike out the lioness, though pain burned in her paw where the intruder bit down. "You had your chance!" She barked, using her lightning to strike at the other, and watching as the lioness screamed and writhed from the force. Smoke sizzled in the air as the lioness gasped, very clearly in pain. "And I will give you a second chance. Get out. Now."

The lioness did not wait, and simply snarled before darting out of the territory. Kold watched, mind buzzing.

ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO BE LIKE ME?

Kold Darcia Di Angelo - Marauder of The Pitt - 3 year, 8 months

the sounds of combat drew her from her near stupor, the woman launching to her feet from where she rested by one of the outpost towers, teeth bared and a snarl building in her chest. she'd been napping in the shade, her nights filled with chores for the group. paws digging into the hot sands, she would vault from her resting spot to reach kold's side in time to watch the lioness book it, the smell of burning fur filling her nose and turning her stomach. shit.

casting her gaze to kold, taking in the marauder's state, rumbling at her, "yo, kold. you doing okay??", she asked softly, checking the marauder over for injuries visible to the eye. did they have anyone who knew how to handle injuries? she only knew the basic shit, picked up from the typhoon years ago when she'd been brought to them with injuries delivered by rabid animals, their own unsure of how to treat her. she didn't want to see that happen again, causing her to feel concern towards kold's state despite only recently returning to the public face of the pitt.