Northstar Vale The year of the wasp

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Having secured himself a den and planted his sprig of sea lavender, Tousaint established his densite and set out to patrol the borders, knowing Viskani would be away for some time and would want to return to find her claim well maintained. 

He drank cool waters, filling his belly until it was nearly uncomfortable. Then, he made for the borders where the slope began to rise up around the vale, the rising sun warming the cool ash fur of his back. 

He left visible markings on trees, scent markings with urine and rubbed his muzzle on bark. Wisps of fur were shed here and there, deadfall scuffed with his paws. He was nothing if not thorough.

Large paws carried the wolf along the borders of his new home. Irritable from his arrival he had made the choice to walk; to walk until he grew tired of it.

He imagined that his mother would be glad to see him arrive, yet she was too focused on the younger brother whom had been left behind. How annoying!

Lifting his head an unfamiliar figure was spotted ahead of him. Eyes squinted, he attempted to get a better look.