Redhawk Caldera banjo serenade

Raven felt her mother's approval as Fox grinned at her, and it made her immensely happy.  Despite all that had happened, she still wanted to make her parents and siblings happy and proud of her.  She followed her mother as the alpha moved on to her next lesson:  marking her territory by rubbing her body against a tree.  Raven watched attentively, and when Fox was finished with her demonstration, the pup could clearly see several bright red hairs stuck in the grooves of the bark, shining in the afternoon sunlight.  Fox asked her if she wanted to try, and of course, she nodded eagerly and moved forward to the same tree.  

Leaning against it, she pressed her right shoulder and side to the tree and took a few steps forward.  A few steps in reverse rubbed her fur against the grain, and a soft, squeaky groan of pleasure fell out of her mouth almost involuntarily.  She looked at her mom with a grin and said, "Feels good!"

Stepping back, she squinted and there, almost invisible against the dark color of the trunk, were a few small, fine black hairs.  She also noticed that both her mother's and her own scents were strong on the trunk too.  "This is our tree! she crowed proudly, her tail waving and her chest puffed up.