«Across Salted Sea Foam»

The tornado had torn through Teekon Wilds and rained massive destruction on the once peaceful and beautiful land. Many territories were destroyed, whether it was literally by the tornado or by the effects of it such as lightning strikes or floods or collapsing of mountains, or wildfires. It didn't matter, because the result was the same: utter devastating destruction. He did not doubt that with time (probably with a lot of time but whatever) the land would heal and the beauty would return to the ruined territories, but for now, many pieces of land that could serve as a potential packland were ruined and therefore inhabitable. So sad.

Thankfully, Bearclaw Valley had not been in the eye of the tornado so they didn't die and the Valley was still pretty much the same. They did suffer some effects of it though; the river overflowed, flooding a good part of the territory which coincidentally was where Scarlett and her children's den was. Luckily, most of the pack wolves pitched in and lent a helping paw to evacuate the kids and bring them to the nearest safe house which was once again, coincidentally (or maybe not) the infirmary and his den.

The floodwaters had receded for now, and the land was once again calm. 

Raziel had talked to Scarlett that morning before going on his daily patrol. He was happy that she understood he wouldn't be the second best, and that if he ever became one again, he would leave. He was even happier that she would dump that good for nothing Kove and be with him, or at least try to, so she said. But he knew that despite her claims of only liking him in a platonic manner, that they were actually mutually attracted to each other in the romantic way. A simple test with a kiss had proved him right. He would not force it on her yet, but if time passed and his love was still unrequited, then he would leave for good.

But for now....

On with the patrol.

Raziel had taken it upon himself to expand the borders so that wolves would know not to go down the secret pathway to the entrance before calling, but would call outside the pathway. So if they were rejected, they would not know how to get into the Valley. It seems that his plan worked, and so far, none had ventured down to the Valley and had called from above.

On his way towards the main entrance, a melodious howl rang through the air. Raziel's velvety silver ears pricked and a moment later, he was rushing up the pathway and stationed firmly in front of the loner. His stance was proud and regal, tail raised high behind him, signifying his rank. Black leathery nostrils flared, inhaling the ebony's scent. No pack scent. He sniffed harder. Still no pack scent. Good. His previous bristling hackles settled upon the strong curve of his Spine once more, but his fiercely bared fangs and the few steps he took forward indicated that he wanted the man to back off before speaking.

"Back off, then state your business."