Moonspear new car smell

He ignored what the boy did as much as he could, though it did instill within him a sense of great ire. Once the mark was in place, he dragged his paws across the soil, tossing dirt, pine needles, and whatever else littered the ground as detritus; his wide paws made deep swathes upon the ground. As he progressed to do this with his hind feet, Lazarus turned his head and regarded the boy — and he, the child, was marking the border as well.

Lazarus grunted softly, the sound wheezing out of him. If the boy was going to contest him in all things, he would lose - the new recruit would make sure of that. With a stiff-legged swagger Lazarus approached where the boy stood, and dipped his head as if to sniff at the reeking patch of wetness that Floki had left behind. Then, with a drag of a forepaw, he pulled the mountain soil across it, scattering the moist dirt before it had a chance to settle. 

With this, he defied the child, and waited with a scowl for the Beta's reaction.