Stavanger Bay Will they ever reach the floor?

As much as Doe had been doing, she'd yet to do her part in marking the borders. Too caught up in other things, she supposed; but she was free now.  Szymon was elsewhere, the preparations were done, and Doe did not want to be caught slacking off. Having something to lose kindled a new kind of fire in her heart; made her nerves jump like lightning whenever she thought about falling out of favor.

So she went along the border, sniffing dilligently at each scent marker she found. Alternately scratching, rubbing, and urinating, she placed her scent between Szymon and Skellige's, filling in the little gaps where scent had faded away, or else been missed entirely; she couldn't know for sure.

It was a relief to see La... La... Laggy in the distance, a welcome distraction from the easy but monotonous work.

"What's that?" she called brightly as she trotted in the other female's direction.