Wolf RPG

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With a gentle shake of her ruff, Nieve rose from a squat and turned to inspect her urine marking with a quick sniff. A bit dilute, she thought, but it would serve the purpose. She'd already patrolled half the borders and had to go drink a lot of water and take a break, so it was no surprise her piss didn't smell as strong now as it did first thing in the morning. She scraped her hind paws twice for good measure and took off at a trot.

Soon she found herself at the edge of the plateau where it overlooked the river. This part of the borders didn't seem as heavily marked and Nieve made the decision to save her energy here. Unless a wolf sprouted wings or turned into a cougar or mountain goat, it was impossible for them to penetrate the territory by going over the cliff. It was a sheer drop to the riverbank below. She paused to watch a pair of does as they frolicked along the Whitefish, then turned and headed at a swift clip for the next towpath.