Redhawk Caldera banjo serenade

Yay! All dees kids are gonna be awesome. ;)

Nodding with a smile, Fox made her way to the edge of the rendezvous site, checking back every few paces to make sure Raven wasn't far behind. Out of all the children, Raven was the most quiet by a long shot. "Marking is one of the primary duties of a warden," Fox explained, "We have to make sure all the other wolves know that Redhawk Caldera is our home." That wasn't to say that the warnings were never ignored (because they were), but it certainly let others know what they were getting themselves into. "It’s a warden’s job to make sure nothing bad ever gets to the heart of the packlands."

Fox stopped, squatted, and dribbled out a few drops of urine. "Make sure you don’t let it all go at once," she advised, "Otherwise, you won’t have any left for the rest of our little border." The Alpha had made that mistake before, though she'd learned to control her little pee pockets quite well over her lifespan. Once Raven had done a few squats, they could move on to other ways of marking the borders and learning how to greet the wolves who lingered there on occasion.