Porcupine Ridge A possible pack member

Throwing Farstep in to entertain Jolon until a leader pops up! Feel free to skip me as needed once a leader joins. :)

His aspirations were not geared toward permanent border duty, but Farstep found himself once more tracing the line of pawprints, now a veritable trench in the snow, where the scent and sight of urine was most prevalent. The pack was still new and shiny and though they regularly howled to announce their presence and warn others away, it was at times still a shock for a wolf pack to set up camp in a previously free location. It wouldn't excuse anybody disregarding their well-laid and very maintained borders, but Farstep felt compelled to ensure that the scent markers were as fresh as possible.

He'd made an approximate quarter mile path around the borders, squatting every ten or fifteen feet to sprinkle the snow with a little urine, when he came into viewing distance of Jolon. The outsider's leisurely posture upon the pack's borders was noted, but as it wasn't completely disrespectful, Farstep approached rather neutrally. The forward prick of his ears and his slightly raised tail, with a fairly friendly wave, was the only indication of his position within the pack and his rank. As always, he said nothing because he couldn't, but waited patiently for the loner on the border to either show submission and a desire to enter the pack or move along.