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hoping to use this for pack formation

Dreven had walked the pack lands. Had learned where their borders set and what was needed and what wasn't. HE had done this once before with The Forsaken. he had marked borders and made caches and it had all been for naught. But Atka had chosen these lands, these wolves so he would do his damndest to make sure it was made true for her.

Large blunt paws tore up the dirt as he scratched and clawed and marked. Red eyes gleamed with sharpness as he gazed out over the horizon. A soft snick of tongue over teeth as he worked. Every muscle aching and burning. Ones he hadn't used in a few weeks time, but he forced himself onward. The sun glancing along the dips and valleys of brown furred coat. Whispering over pink scars that made up his entire body. Pressing shadows into the musculature that he carried well.

Sharp scrape of claw on stone, leaving fine white lines in their wake.