The border was not completely insecure. Starfall may not have been exactly on it- it was indeed an imperfect, not well defined line. There are no walls to symbolize this, only scent and scratches. He knew the border well enough after living here so long though. Being an Elder, he did spend some time ensuring things are orderly. Although, today, he was hunting as he normally had to to keep himself and Arace fed. He was growing used to having to keep her fed to increase her health. Her paws were harmed during the attack and he didn’t quite want her running around on them yet, now if she listened or not was another thing.

He happened upon a raccoon that was unfortunately in his path. It has grown fat and lazy, and he was able to kill it with surprisingly little effort. It did not always go this way though, so he was lucky and satisfied. He was turning to head back to the den with raccoon in mouth when he hears the slightest of rustle. His dark form stands tall as his ears perk in the direction of the noise. He narrows his opal blue eyes, and begins to move towards the sound with his star-touched self.

He knows well enough those that live here, and knows well enough those who don’t. When his moves around a grouping of trees and sees the younger girl, immediately he was suspicious, especially with how she moved. He did not know how this situation with Arace may have lead to...issues, maybe even assassins coming to get her. He knew she was in danger due to the life she led. For all he knew there could be hoards of wolves wanting to get their piece of her. Regardless, wolves could be trespassing for a plethora of reasons unrelated to Arace.

He then marches forward, cutting her path perhaps 15-20 feet in front of her. He stands tall with the dead raccoon in his mouth, pupiless eyes staring directly at the gold-eyed girl. Something felt...familiar with her but he knew he had never seen her in his life. Something about those eyes. That fur. It makes him remain silent for a moment as he takes in her form, not knowing why she feels so...so familiar yet so alien. He never has felt this way before, but it does not stop him from being a tall, foreboding figure despite his naturally handsome face.

”Halt,” he says through his teeth, taking a few steps forward but still keeping the distance between them. The trees rustle above from the wind, the ravens caw ahead in their typical taunting manner. The wind ruffles his dark fur touched with the white flecks like a thick necklace along his neck. He drops the raccoon, not knowing if he will need his teeth soon.

”You are not of Taviora. You will either leave now, or speak your reason for coming here,” he says firmly, opal eyes of light blue with flecks and streaks of pink and yellow never leave her form, not even for a second.