Porcupine Ridge little bird cry no more

Hello! :)

With war not far behind them, Terich DeMonte had been more diligent about patrolling the lands. Often this meant crossing the paths they walked, securing the scent-markers there, and making sure there were indeed no trespassers in their lands. This morning, he was taking a brisk trot through the lower reaches of the ridge, enjoying the slightly warmer weather for once, to stretch his legs and enjoy the sunshine, when he saw a streak of cream and gold across the snowy landscape. Terich paused to watch the hunt and found the woman was successful. With a smile and a bark of greeting, he closed the gap between them with long strides, and reached her.

"That was quite a catch. Well done." He smiled softly, his blue eyes sparkling in the warm morning sunlight, before he dipped his head in greeting. "I'm Terich, the gamma." It wasn't quite as alluring as saying "the beta," but as he was no longer in such a position, he wasn't one to lie. And besides, he knew it wasn't the right fit for him. Farstep had the balls to start a fight with the neighboring pack and Terich wouldn't have ever been caught doing anything near that border. So, perhaps it was better Farstep was the man for the job.