Porcupine Ridge cowboy guilt

Kaertok's paws led him north along the range of mountains he had once called home. Well, he hadn't called them home, exactly, but his parents had. His dispersal from them had been premature, driven by his exceedingly adventurous nature. This, however, was the first time he came across a pack. He had unknowingly managed to avoid Blackfeather Woods, Rosings, and Ryujin.

He stood a respectful distance away from the marked borders, sniffing at the air for any clues that might tell him something about this place. Little could be gathered from scent alone, but it did seem fresh. Settling onto his haunches, then his elbows, Kaertok waited. If they were worth anything, he'd be greeted in due time.