Bearclaw Valley attacks in the night

Raziel has secret sickness... :P

Lost in his thoughts, Raziel let his instincts take over. Walk. Lift a hind leg, piss. A tree. Rear up on hind legs and scratch your scent on the bark. Kick some grass. Repeat. Patrolling was something he enjoyed doing despite the fact that some did not like doing it. It was boring to some, he understood that because once, he thought it boring too but now with the burden of being a leader on his shoulders, it simply gave him time to think through his problems. That was what he liked about patrolling. It helped that he knew who was contributing to the pack too.

He was shook out of his thoughts when a familiar form appeared by his side. A velvety silver ear swiveled towards the newcomer's direction, and a flash of teal eyes was spared. So far, Cry was working hard within the pack, he kept his word. "How's pack life?" he asked the man next to him with a cant of his head, he wasn't one for small talk but he figured that talking would help him think of other things instead of...that.