Redtail Rise Sometimes the best part of my day is imagining what I'm gonna eat when I get off work

Ever since the incident at the borders with Heron Bloodclaw and being named an official Warrior, Arion had been patrolling the borders even more frequently than before, chasing away (read:nearly killing) wolves who lingered by Redtail Rise's scent markers and when questioned, albeit rather roughly, couldn't seem to come up with a good reason why they were by the borders. He was harsher than before, true, and probably crueler but all had been done for a good reason. The safety of the pack mattered most in the end.

Patrols were boring, sure, and more often than not it meant being alone to his thoughts. That wasn't too bad, the bad part was he had no one to complain to or aim his sarcastic comments at. It couldn't be helped, he supposed, even if someone was patrolling with him, their focus was not on chatting but on making sure the pack was safe.

Finishing another solitary patrol, Arion quickly made his way up the hillside, wishing to eat something before going on another patrol or a hunt. Someone arrived before her though, a brown figure. Black nostrils flared, inhaling the scent of the wolf before realizing who she was. A smirk on his face, the stallion bounded forward, attempted to shove her aside with his shoulder and grasped a dead rabbit by its scruff.