Moonspear wilding like that coyote

Weather: Cloudy​; 23°​F.
Location: Along the southern-most borders.

Rannoch recognized the constant trend of change in the weather. The air had grown cold enough to seep through his pelt, and Rannoch realized that the pleasant weather that had graced the Teekons as of late would quickly be gone. Rannoch couldn't help but sigh as he considered this fact; he would miss Autumn, and felt as though Spring couldn't come soon enough. 

Rannoch was alone with his thoughts as he traversed along the borders. He had recently parted ways with Terance once the pair had deemed that the boundaries of Moonspear were well-tended. The two young men had begun somewhat of a daily tradition; a chance meetup along the borders had blossomed into a routine of patrolling together in the morning. Rannoch welcomed the company of the dark-furred guardian and cherished the time that they spent together. 

With his mind still involved with thoughts of Winter, Rannoch his meander paused to sniff at the ground absently. Once he was satisfied with the absence of any strange scents, he lifted his head and promptly marked the earth to strengthen the smell of Moonspear's claim. With his job done for now, he began his patrol once more.