Ouroboros Spine Fun Time's Over, Kiddies

For any wolf seeking Warden!

He was keeping close to the spine. Things were far too new and far too fresh for him to travel far from home. Newly mated. Newly father-to-be. Newly alpha. All things that had fallen upon him in such a short amount of time that his adjustment had been hard and fast. There was no room for error. No forgiveness for mistakes or the casual slip-up. Failure was not an option. He wouldn't let it be.

His mind hardened as he fell, sinking into the depths of instinct that left his blood on a low boil. His ears lifted, eyes narrowed as he hyper-focused on securing their borders. He would take no chances. Wolves would smell them and turn back. Local predators would keep their distance. No hint of threat would mar their borders. The stakes were high. He'd take no chances. No one from the outside would learn of their Spine.

Leg lifted, he pissed on a tree. He'd taken their current bounds and pushed them wider, strengthening their warnings and freshening their claim so there was no room for excuses. No room for sniveling. No room for intruders or anyone feigning innocence of not knowing where they trod. Damn wolves could use their noses or lose their heads.

He pressed onward.