February 09, 2015, 03:35 AM
Raphael strode along the Duskfire Glacier borders, lifting an hind leg every now and then to mark the borders. He had hunted for the pack early that day and caught an old hare, it was old but it had quite a bit of meat on it and the warrior thought he had done well. It was the winter season after all and prey was scarce, beside, a single wolf could not hunt down large animals like deer. That needed a whole pack or a group of fellow wolves.
The cinnamon agouti stared into the far distance, sea green eyes deep in thought though the stoic look was fixed firmly over his features. Then came the rain, the light droplets of water trickled down from the sky and soaked his fur, impatiently, Raph shook himself and continued walking alongside the border, rain was not going to stop him patrolling his home. He was a warrior after all. With that thought, he sprayed his mark on the border line.