Sawtooth Spire Sanctuary's Still Safe

"Ha. Ha." He commented dryly as Echelon left her mark on a couple stones. His mate had enough urine in her to make him wonder how the hell she was drinking so much in a day, but if he had children trying to share the same space as his bladder, he'd be pissing everywhere too. Another reason why his gender was blessed to never experience such things. And cursed with others...

He lifted a paw, pressing at the coywolf's shoulder with a good shove before he slipped past her and lifted another leg. Grinning back at Nanuk as he passed, he gave them both a good chin nod as if to say "damn straight." He had this. He'd win this pissing contest and then they could just eat Echelon instead. Hey. Nanuk was all for it.

"Nahh. We need her to run along and cover up all of Tonravik's hormonal piss trails." Which was the reason they were on the perimeter and Tonravik had taken to the internal territories. They didn't need a beacon highlighting this pack as having young blood within it. Didn't need anyone thinking they could take advantage of them when they were a little more vulnerable than usual.

"New plan!" he announced, rubbing himself up against a tree. "We take a lap, then we hunt." Easy peasy. Plus, between the three of them, they'd be able to catch something to fill not only themselves, but also Tonravik no problem.