Two Rivers Isle A day off

Malice smiled. Perhaps this was the most fun she had had all week. Just spending some time with one of the band members, scouting for dens in a lush forest that smelled as rich as it looked. The mother had made up her mind: they would settle here, and no one could take it from them. She would protect this land and her band with her life, and all loners were to be kept far away. Perhaps they should mark the borders now they were busy anyway, though Malice found it fit to first look for a den nearby for her girl friend.

She nodded at the white woman's comment. She brushed the side of the den with her coat to make sure her scent was recent, and if that wasn't enough, she walked a bit further and peed there. It was the most obvious claim, though she knew loners often just ignored signs that places were taken. What about we find you a place to settle now? She asked. After, perhaps we can see where the borders lay and make sure our scent is recent.