run all night

warden thread anyone?

That morning found Arverk sleeping by a tree near the bone pile. The clouds were thick on the gray colored sky and shielded the earth from the blinding sun. But even though the sunlight did not openly shine down upon the land, the air was hot and stuffy and there was barely even a breeze around to clear the area of the heat. Even underneath the shade of the tree, the smoky black whale found it insufferable and finally decided to go on a patrol.

With a scowl upon his face, the Roman made his way towards the scent line and began remarking it. A kick to the grass, claws upon the bark of a tree, piss on the ground every now and then and the scent markers would be as good as new. Of course he would keep an eye out on his surroundings while remarking, though he didn't see why anyone would venture so close to this place when the world seemed like a hellhole.

Better to cool off in a lake or a river beneath the shade of trees or rocks than to wander idiotically to unknown packlands.