Moonsong Glacier smile like a loaded gun

she'd yet to seek out either of the men mentioned to her upon her acceptance, though sought to put a change to that during the height of the day.

her steps wandered near to the common place, shamrock sight vigilant for any figure that might drift near.

none appeared, and a prickling along her nape urged her onwards.

she set off for the borders then, nose pressed low as she read the markings of those who'd done patrol earlier in the day.

there were fresher scents amongst aged ones, leading her to assume there had been an increase in members who had joined near to when she did.

she paused for a moment, left a mark of her own, and then continued along the beaten path as her mind wondered if there might be additional men to choose from now.

no lonely threads on Fallen's watch!

His back popped as he woke, having slept on it incorrectly.

A stretch, a yawn, and off the silent sunset trod. There were women to protect, borders to mark, prey to hunt - a man's job was never done, and as much as Fallen Sun was a pup at heart, Work came before play. 

Even if it hurt to think about, truly - who wanted to work when Play was so much more fun?

some minutes passed before she stumbled upon the scent of another, one unfamiliar and within close enough range to not be a hassle to reach. she altered her course to collide with his own, his flaming figure burning bright in the distance.

she assumed this to be the "red man". her initial interest for seeking him out plummeted, and she considered simply leaving him to whatever it was he'd been doing.

but an impulse pushed her onwards, and so she let out a distant chuff to announce her presence.