Blacktail Deer Plateau it was simple, said the fiend

Unlike Dante, Lasher would be taking the scenic route to the issue at hand. Behati was relieved - she had an inkling of what was coming and appreciated his attempts to ease her into the conversation. He set off without waiting for an 'OK' and Behati followed him at a loose jog, head held low and tongue lolling. She was starting to enjoy this whole 'official pack business' lark; every creature that left a scent near the pack's borders was treated like a big event. 

Their border had certainly been visited - Behati's ears perked up when she finally sensed it. To the yearling's surprise, she found that it made her bristle with distaste. "...do we follow?" She asked, angling her head to look up at Lasher.