Hushed Willows Gestält

Warbone would not be picky at this time. He would even be content to be alone in this space with Flora. She was someone to protect, and only time would tell if she would also be someone he could depend on, but for now he was content with his mounting responsibility. It was not yet enough, but the male would carry on and roll with what blows were dealt to him. He led the wolfdog in relative silence, wondering at her lineage but not concerned enough to ask— her past was of no relevance to him or what he was creating here. After all, he couldn't very well judge someone, given his own past discretion and poor judgement regarding some of the decisions he had made of his life; who was he to even be remotely concerned about something a wolf had no control over, like the conformation of their blood DNA?

Reaching a place where he thought the brunt of his territory should end or beginning (depending on the perspective), Warbone lifted his leg, and signaled the beginning of a long day spent beginning to craft the borders of Hushed Willows.