A R A H

Voices ahead. Her golden orbs turned forward and she began moving a run. The Impersonator was on high alert, the Basin warriors were currently in another area. She was doing a patrol, protecting the borders. No outsider would just be able to come in and take their home from underneath them. Not on her watch any way. Her nimble and sleek body blended in with the snow, her approach silent and graceful. Three figures were in the distance, three figures that were about to become acquainted with her antlers if they were not friendlies or family. Slowing down, Arah studied the first subject of her fury. A little outsider far from home and certainly not apart of the Basin. The smell on her coat was the fresh wilds, it wafted up to her, and the Impersonator narrowed her eyes at the filly with rage. Then her orbs swivelled to the others, both were members of her family. One, the doctors daughter seemed to be thinking along the same lines as her. What on earth was the other doing talking to this little filly? Even if she hadn't actually heard what had been said, Arah needed to put a stop to this little tea party right now.

Turning away from the members of her family, Arah turned and also faced the younger filly who didn't belong here. Deal with the obvious threat first, then she was interrogate the other one. Her tones were laced in poison, Arah held herself haughtily and proudly, dominating over the filly. "If you do not leave now, I will cause you so much pain, that with every last breath you muster, you'll be screaming for me to kill you." It was horridly mean and something Arah would never actually do. The white doe could never bring herself to cause so much harm to another living creature. Even in spars, when Arah was being kicked, bitten and stabbed, she always worried about how much harm she was about to cause the other. At this very moment though, Arah didn't care about how much she scared the younger being. She would defend The Basin in any way that she could.

Her home's defences might be a little weaker, but they were still a strong force. Not all of the warriors had left, her leaders were not stupid. It was not like they headed off to war and left The Basin unprotected. Hell, Arah could really do some damage. If anyone was stupid enough to believe that they could attack and win The Basin just because a few warriors were missing, they had a whole other thing coming for them.

Arah bent down, putting her face close to the outsiders. "Move. On."

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On edge Arah is mean :\

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