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Stiff and sore, the ridge leader prowled the edge of his domain, aggressively refreshing as many marks as was his capacity. Naturally, he began at the contested borders, still uneasy and unwilling to trust that the ridge was wholly secure. It would be sometime before he settled back into the passive calmness that characterized him prior. Taggarik moved with focus, he was deliberate; his heavy steps were almost a trudge, his ire still radiant upon his countenance and evident in his motions.