Sawtooth Spire Lasiurus

He was quick to respond, and Tonravik was pleased to hear that one of the two required trades would soon be his own. Her tail waved, and as he admitted he needed to work on becoming a warden, Tonravik nodded. She thought of her time at the Hollow, and hummed. With the cubs, the patrols would need to be broad... and while they could only do so much with their massive territory itself, they could do what they could. "The open land between mountains is ours," she gestured in the direction it was in, if he had not visited it yet. "Also, the meadow. There is another pack nearby... I do not want them around." Her ears flicked. That did not mean she wanted to displace them—thus far—but it did mean that she believed the Meadow to be their own, too, by default. The wolves of the woods could have anything else out of their reach, but anything in their jurisdiction was, well, theirs.

Tonravik rolled her shoulders. No point in delaying any further. She felt the need to return to the whelping den. "Do what you must to keep others out." It was as good as trespassing, to the alpha female. Her possessiveness of all within here was far-reaching. Tonravik nodded and then made to depart, pausing long enough to see if he had any questions.