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For a decade the Volturi pawns came to Alistair's territory to play, but they had suddenly stopped, much to his disappointment. He had quickly gone back into his routine of peace with intermediate bursts of violence. As a pastime he had taken up the hunting game of choosing a family and slowly stealing one member after another for his meal.
It was all good fun. Years drifted by and he grew more bored until he spent most days just staring at the changing sky. He idly wondered how high the sky reached, or if it went on forever.
On an icy winter day a new scent caught his attention. He growled, both in anger and joy. Alistair started running towards it, only to find that the scent was coming from the direction of his neighbor's territory.
The new scent was completely overpowered by her scent.
So the nomad was not so foolish as to enter Alistair's territory, but still dumb enough to enter hers. He was conflicted. If the nomad destroyed his silent and unseen neighbor Alistair would be pleased, but the nomad would likely get away. If she succeeded at destroying the intruder he wouldn't have his fun.
The nomad was on her land though. So it was her problem.
Either way the scent was weak and the outcome of any battle probably already concluded.
Alistair exhaled loudly and turned back to go to his territory.
But the new scent never dissipated, not even half a year later. It was never completely mixed with her's, but it was clearly coming from that area. The scent wasn't on the borders of her territory, so Alistair knew they weren't mated and sharing a territory. The nomad was merely a guest.
Next chapter: Carlisle! Get excited!