Bitterroot Valley ut alii vivant

Sorry for the wait!

The call of his commander reached Eili miles away on the western border, where the Sleeping Dragon intermingled with Frostfire Ridge.  It was difficult to distinguish were the territory actually began and where it ended,  but Eli put no complex thought into the matter and took a paint by numbers strategy, so to speak, with his urine. He followed already preestiblished makers and only aimed to strengthen the claim of the pack; it wasn't his place to extend their reach.  

He dropped his duties as soon as he heard the call and took off in a lope towards it's source, his commander.

He ran at a heavy and plodding pace, bearing witness to his size.  By the time he arrived he was already short of breath.  It seemed he had been the last to arrive and Eli waited in silence for his next orders, hoping to not deley the hunt any further.