October 13, 2018, 10:17 PM
The smell of winter hung in the air, chilling the brutes bones as he ventured into the sun of the day. The grotto was a cold and unforgiving place, which is why Siarut spent so much time within it. It was a place where he could relax and enjoy his thoughts. A place where few ventured, giving him time alone.
The start of a new day however, prompted the man to travel throughout his territory. This morning a patrol was in order. With the near miss of a bobcat not even a week ago, Siarut had been keen to double to efforts to keep the non-combatants and the pups safe.