Blackfeather Woods this is a damn romance novel

Mikasi followed the old pattern, marking where ever it need be. It was the old age ritual amongst many animals.

 There was silence as they went through their work. The male didn't feel the need to talk all that much and assumed the same for Burke. But you know what they say about assuming: it makes an ass out of u and me. The male lifted his head at Burke's question. "I do. I find I thereputic and calm most of the time. Reminds me of times when I was a boy." Then he had found hunting smaller and patrolling calming and it hasn't changed. Though other's may disagree, those where his thoughts on the matter.