Sawtooth Spire Sanctuary's Still Safe

Was that a sigh of contentment? His eyes widened, shock crossing his face as he realized this area might be the answer to all of their unspoken desires. These spires had enough character to them to satisfy a number of wants and/or needs. Cool air. Warmer valleys. Snow at the peaks. Ponds in the foothills. For this time of year, there was a little bit to go around for everyone, it seemed. Truth be told, he almost missed the heat. A grumpy Echelon was nothing short of hysterical. This melancholy about her was weird.

Nanuk's presence helped dismiss that. Together, they all pressed forward as representatives of Tartok to claim their new home. The only wolf missing was Tonravik, but as she was heavily pregnant he hoped she was deeper within the territory and appropriately nesting. Based on the excessive amounts of urine she left behind, he'd have no trouble tracking her down later. For now, he'd do his part Alpha and follow up with his role as a proper mate once the new range for their family was secure.

"First one to run out of piss has to catch dinner for the rest of us," he teased as he pranced a head and lifted a leg to the base of a tree. Just enough to mark without completely emptying his tank. He could keep this up forever.