Porcupine Ridge moose notepad and jeep pen

He hummed a gruff note, his head bowed as he looked to the snow, as if some answers, some direction, might be sketched there for him. But there was none. He had to trust his instinct as a leader, and his heart which held the best interests for his wolves, to guide him. "For now, our resources are guarded inside our borders," he said. He hoped he would not see the morning when the pack needed to step outside their home to hunt or drink but he was prepared to act if he needed to."I will make sure we are able to move around them. In the meantime..." he shook his head, the tone of his voice rising to reassure. "We are strong. We will be fine. Perhaps their stay will be short." He shifted closer to her, and reached out to preen one shoulder blade.