Bearclaw Valley black eye

Anyone going for the warden trade

Raziel's warden duties now not only included guarding the main entrance into the valley, but going up the path and marking the area around that too. With the pups coming, the Roman could never be too careful and he was going to keep marking this area even if his leader, Kove disagreed. There were no packs surrounding them, and they should be extra careful with borders. What he was doing was right, what he was doing was for the good of the pack. And on his watch, no one who was not of the Valley would know his land, their land. Not even an inch of it.

The greyscale Beta finished guarding duties and silently trotted up the path where he began reinforcing the markers he made some days ago. Scratching the bark of the trees he came across so the scent marks on his claws would help, kicking the grass, pissing on the ground. 

While he didn't like patrolling, there was nothing else to be done. Their hunt had been a success and there was plenty meat left over, Kove was probably with Scarlett, he should be with Scarlett and Scarlett was basically immobile. He had also seen no one else around the Valley, this was the only productive thing he could do right now.