Bonesplinter Ravine Thy Will Be Done

Hoping in! Do you mind if we bump this up to present day? :D

This ravine. It was a new glory Zaavier had yet to discover. Since claiming the Strath as his, he had been patroling everywhere along the valley, occationally marking spots with his scent. That way, other lone wolves would know that there were close to pack territory, and within his pack's hunting grounds. 

Scenting a wolf nearby, Zaavier's tail rose and his head grew high. He padded along the scent trail, following the smell until the wolf came into view. She was making her way to the bottom of the ravine, and without looking back, he plunged down to follow her. Small pebbles skittered down the side as his paws hit the earth. His ears flickered back and forth upon the axis, listening for the sound of other wolves. He heard not, and smelled none, so the large brute continued on his persute of the female.

"Hey you," he chuffed to her, not sounding threatening, although his stance was clearly dominant. He waited for her to turn around, murky brown hues locked upon her in case she decided to run. He would not have anyone leave without knowing who this place belonged to.