Redtail Rise Sergeant O'Leary is walkin' the beat

edited to be present-dated.

Lilia ranged along the borders, every day renewing their scent-markings and pining for the fading scent that had crossed the borders once, and had not yet returned. Some hope still remained, but it had faded along with her parkings. Here and there, she spotted trees that bore scars of claws- and in her mind, she imagined they belonged to Avicus. They would br here, always, as long as the Rise stood.

Lilia roved further North, toward the borders of the Tangle where she visited quite frequently. Her scent markings remained undisturbed there, also. So she continued on, until she could see the Glacier in the distance. 

Here, she would spend some time using her claws and paws to make some more markings, while her bladder filled back up. It was such a hot day that she couldn't feel the cool, glacier breeze, not when the sun had beaten the wind to a standstill. She'd do what she could to remain in the shade, otherwise she felt certain that by the time noon rolled around, her pelt would be hot to the touch.