Silvertip Mountain Arm yourself because no one else here will save you.

FitzDutiful started for a moment, before giving a slight gruff of a laugh at his son's outburst. "I suppose I do" he murmured, feeling as though the time was become right for him to tell them about Zaria. If his son was telling him to get a girlfriend then he would no longer be upset about FitzDutiful replacing Raissa.

He focused his mind on the warden task at hand and nodded when Mason asked his question, he knew his son wasn't all that intrigued with the warden trade but he felt it was important for his children to know the basics. It was part of pack life to mark the borders and check for intruders, even if it wasn't a daily task. Any new pack for his children would expect them to patrol on occasion. "Not just other packs though. There are other things that can be dangerous; other creatures that live around the lands. You need to make sure the borders smell strong and mark any weak spots so everyone knows we claim this land." He indicated his nose at one of those weak spots., wondering if Mason would have a go at marking it.