Silvertip Mountain Read about you in a museum

Valette trotted close to the border, she liked it more because the ground was more even, plus sh noticed that she was easier out of breath when she was going deeper in the territory, which meant that she was higher up the mountain. The girl did try to have a bit of a watchful eye when she walked close to the border, yet she hadn't scent marked anything.

It was the fresh scent marks of Ezekiel, or well she thought it was him, that she refrained from doing so. The dark colored girl didn't plan on catching up with him, not wanting to keep him from doing his work. Yet when she was casually trotting and keeping her hazel eyes out for any danger she spotted him sitting by a tree. Such a hard worker he was, she thought, feeling a bit amused by her own tease that went through her mind. "Hi, Ezekiel," she greeted.