Golden Glade 1 Peter 4:8

Streiter had recently been visiting the edges of the borders, the brute walking along what divided the lands of the packs territory from the outside world. From early hours of the morning, to when the sun descended from the worlds view. It had become a habit that he'd enforced into his routine, knowing he was still yet to earn his place within the pack, to be a part of the inner circle. And he would continue this routine until the time he was thought worthy.

Scenting the ground, amber eyes peering out in the lands beyond the Royal fire Court, the male's brown ears caught the distant call of his mate, his gaze tearing away from the scenery past the border to the direction of her call. Taking one last look beyond the border, Streiter's paws instantly turned and carried in him in the direction of his mate.

The brown male was at a sprint, till their den came to eyes view, his stare peering toward the tunnels of the inner circle, the place that was out of bounds to those ranked as Gentry. He let out a sigh as he looked away and saw Eden, a smile slowly forming across his muzzle as he approached her slowly.