Hushed Willows Juramentum

@Teagan + other Marauders welcome!

Leaving the cave that housed him and all four of his followers, Warbone took to the willows quite early, falling into the habit of checking the integrity of his borders before anything else. As his numbers were yet too small to be any great entity in these lands, the virile male was intent on keeping the nature and context of his pack as secretive as possible. No outsider should know the inner details of his pack; not the lay of the land, not its members or how many followed him, and certainly not their weaknesses. His choice of location was a definitive strength, but this was about all Warbone had going for himself and his subordinates. They were an unattached group too, but he would seek to bring them together as a family— get them to believe in one another as as he would firmly come to believe in them.

He padded through the lingering dawn mist, listening as a spring thunderstorm rumbled and rolled in the distance. He thought it might arrive within the hour.