Ouroboros Spine Fun Time's Over, Kiddies

He fell up against the side of a tree and rubbed. One, scent marking. This place was also his now and he was going to let every wolf know it. Two, his side itched. The bark managed to hit the spot just right and he shimmied against it, moving to curb the sensation away as he went about his business. There. That was better.

His paws carried him once again when Tonravik appeared, joining him as she resumed her own efforts at marking their territory. She made a sound towards him. He sniffed back, loudly as she bee-lined for him, stood aside him, and pressed onward to rub her scent between the markings he already place. Kerosene turned, watching as she darted through the trees as if to make a game of this chore. She thrived at this and of course, he had no objections to way her scent covered every inch of their home.

A brief canter and he joined her in this activity. He scented the ground, pissing where appropriate, rubbing if necessary, and letting his paws score the trees if all else failed. Tonravik rolled. He caught the thud of her body falling against the earth as she kicked up dirt and dust and made a mess of herself. Kero circled back around, tucking his nose briefly beneath her tail before he circled and drew his fur against her own. Shoulder to shoulder, he lifted his head and wrapped soft teeth about her ear; playing.