Ouroboros Spine [j] rocks and mountains

He was out and about, prowling the borders to not only leave his claim, but ensure no foul play had come across their territory. He was not taking chances. He would not let any wolf so much as slip a toe over that which they claimed as their own. "When cubs do come along, those not of the Spine will know not one single inch of my land." He remembered what she'd said what felt like so long ago. And now there were cubs. Or would be. These cubs? They were his own. This land? Now also his. There was no room for games or chances. Only penalty of death.

He'd skirted the natural boundaries of the spine, but that range was no longer good enough. He pressed wider, circling the territory and expanding their range to leave fair and clear warning of where they resided and where those not of their lands would not be permitted. To intrude was to risk death. To linger was to tempt fate. There was no margin for error and he would have none of it.

Nor would he permit another male to loiter so close. He caught wind of the wolf and lingered, watching as he slowly counted to ten in his mind. Ten seconds to turn around. Ten second to leave. Ten seconds to show some kind of respect for the lands this wolf stepped far too near.

Forget it. Kerosene stepped out of hiding with a sprint, his fur bristling as he approached this wolf with a snarl and a clashing of teeth. "Get out," he growled, asserting himself in this place.