Aurora scented the air. She had been lying on the ground, beside the little white pup -- who had passed out just as she had reached him, presumably from hunger. She had been guarding him, waiting for the chocolate-colored she-wolf to return. However, she had just smelled something in the air. At least… she [i]thought[/i] she did. It was hard to tell, with the rain washing away most scents. But there was something… imposing about the scent. Something she didn't trust. Something her instincts were telling her. She growled a little, standing up a bit and crouching over the pup that had become her charge. She sighed. She hated babysitting, which she'd had to do often in her last pack. Whoever this intruder was, he was not touching the pup.