Permafrost Hollows it's making me mad

Returning a kiss before they go on their way, the dragon allows the wraith to lead. He, too, pauses in areas and lifts a leg to mark where need-be. A few times being cheeky, and doing so directly over the spots that Zephyr has left—a further claim that they are each others, too.
The pace drastically picks up, however, as the silver spins them towards the eastern boundaries of their territory. Dark ears perk forth, catching the changing terrain with interest.