Blackfeather Woods you're lying with your gold chain on, cigar hanging from your lips

He had wasted the day and when the sun finally settled, he emerged into the world. He was cloaked in shadows as he weaved about the territory. A few pesky birds squawked at him as if scolding him for being up so late. He simply offered a gentle tsk to them and carried on his way. The pale man made his way towards the borders where he finally halted. He had no interest in going out tonight. It is here he belongs, no further.

For a few moments he simply stood still before he moved again. Kalganov made his way to a tree where he proceeded to harshly mark it with his own nails before he emptied his bladder on it. Slowly he made his way around the borders, wondering where he might lay his next mark.

she had become wary of those around her, save for her own blood and wintersbane. kove's imposing frame was silent, and the meloniis left to follow damien had not returned. still — the woman's mind etched itself with an aversion that grew each passing day.
she trusted not the pale pair, nor the joiners they had brought. it was with some grim expression that the listener drew up upon kalganov, marking in silence along the border. a dark ear flicked; the scarred wolfess drifted forth to add her own scent along the tree, arching her body against a nearby trunk in quietude.

She was silent as the air around him and it was only her scent that alerted Kalganov to her presence. His acid gaze turned to spot her marking a tree. Relmyna. He greeted softly with a dip of his head. Kalganov had nothing but respect for the dark-pointed woman. They may not have been close and he may not have known much but it was by her allowing that he was here. That alone allowed him to feel respect towards her.

How are you fairing? He asked with a genuine tone. Kalganov was not one to entertain small talk.

he greeted her; relmyna paused to bestow a dip of her muzzle, one of recognition. despite her wariness around to whom his loyalties lay, the listener would treat him like any other wolf of blackfeather. he had done good things, wrought kills; even now he strengthened their claim. if kalganov must prove himself, it would be in silence; the woman would not demand it of him.
i am well. leery of the redhawks. the listener's turquoise eyes rested on him with a fond yet inscrutable expression; presently she moved beyond the man, indicating that kalganov was welcome to join her on a brief patrol. and yourself?