shade

Arverk lifted a hind leg and sprayed his scent upon the scent markers, keen blue gaze scanning his surroundings sharply and warily. His guard was up and he was alert, every movement and sound he heard and he investigated. So far, there had been no potential trespassers or intruders on his watch, which was good, it meant that some of the wolves were finally having some sense to stay away from the Spine. It was also good that none of the damned Plains wolves came near them yet, but only time would tell if they were staying away for good.

His patrol was over so the sleek whale made his way casually back into his pack lands, his lithe build silently making his way towards the forests, there, he would mark for sometime and perhaps catch something to fill the caches too. There was always work to be done in the Spine, some chose to do it and contribute while others pretended to have finished all work and lazed around. Hopefully the Spine had more of those who were hardworking than those who were slackers.

Arverk reared up on hind legs as he scratched the bark with sharp claws, marking the tree. The wind shifted directions and brought with him a comfortable breeze as well as the familiar scent of his leader.