Two Rivers Isle Fairly Local

With his usual haphazard strokes, Shink followed Burke's lead as they crossed the river, emerging on the other side with a small smile as his ears pricked to listen to his Lords reply. "Sounds good," he spoke, his tassel lashing with excitement as he shook his pelt to rid himself of the majority of the liquid. "So the more we mark, the stronger Arthendal seems to be," he added, more of a confirmation to himself than a question for his companion.

Trotting over to a sizeable clump of bushes, he cocked his leg and placed his mark amongst the leaves, one ear turned back as he listened to Burke's explanation. With a slight dip of his cranium, he moved on to a young sapling, copying the grayscale leaders movement as he brushed his flank against its smooth bark. "With any luck, they'll stay away from now on," he spoke, curling his tail as he placed his scent upon another tree. "But what if a wolf wants to join? Surely they'd count as trespassers if they approach our borders." Seeing as he had been accepted at the edge of the forest and not near the Isle, he deemed it a pretty valid question, his head tilting in curiosity as he continued to strengthen his odour upon various other trees along the bank.