Sawtooth Spire I am the Batman

This barren land seemed something of a waste. A place void of presence that was merely consuming their time. Someday, he knew this range would be tested for its authenticity, but for now all appeared quiet and good. He took some comfort in that. I meant they were neither stalked nor targeted by any outsider on this end. It meant anything that changed would be fresh, would be new, would be something to watch out for.

He lifted his leg to jagged stone and left his mark upon them. There'd be no mistaking this. No mistaking them. They were diligent in their patrols and obsessed with the security of their stone palace. They should add another set of bones to their walls. A rotted corpse deposited to be picked away at by carrion crows so other canines and predators alike would know what fate they'd find should they risk their chances here.