Sleeping Dragon Doppleganger

@Lorne (I owe you a thread! So sorry I neglected to answer!)

Hush was patrolling the borders - doing something for once. He had been...depressed? Perhaps that was what it was? He had no idea what the feeling was truly like, but if it included an inability to move, then he had it. Regardless, the hybrid walked along the thick, burning scent that marked his pack's territory. Occasionally, he added his scent to the invisible line, raising one of his nimble legs and spraying a pungent mark in the melting snow before moving onto the next gap in their wall.

It was tedious work, but Hush found that he enjoyed it. He couldn't interrogate or interview any wolves that he might encounter here, but he could still howl and summon a pack of wolves or a pair of powerful queens. He might find a trade in patrolling the borders. Hmm...he must consider this. But for now: his task. It was an important one, and therefore he must not be distracted until he was finished. Not distracted by anything. Or anyone.