Blackfeather Woods Bonding Time

Burke nodded at his son. "Daddy made that mark yesterday when he was doing patrols," he explained to him. He was glad that Pietro promised him not to go too far. The large male would at least have some rest knowing that at least one of the two was informed about their borders. "There are other packs, but they not family. They are not Black Feather. Black Feather Woods is your home," he spoke to Pietro. It was probably already pretty clear to the youngster that this was his home but Burke didn't mind pressing some more importance to it. 

Burke walked further expecting Pietro to follow him. He moved to another marker and make the pup smell it. This one was older and faint. He looked to see if the pup noticed that.