Porcupine Ridge A cada necio agrada su porrada.

Just so you know, the scent of the pack's borders would not be washed away by the weather, as that's not how scent works in the first place and the pack is constantly refreshing their markers anyway :)

He was back on the borders once more; a westerly wind having captured his attention with yet another foreign scent as it drifted it's way through the lower reaches of the ridge. The black wolf had been stalking a hare, but abandoned the pursuit in favor of intercepting the lone wolf on his door step. He moved swiftly and easily through trails in the snow the pack had worn, and soon spotted a smaller, brown male lingering near a tree on the fringes of his domain.

He adopted a posture suited to his position then, for once he was the first wolf to arrive. His head and tail, which swayed gently, were carried high and he strode purposefully and boldly toward the loner, woofing to grab his attention and stopping only a single step away from him.