Two Rivers Isle Fairly Local

Crisscrossing between the multitude of trees that had set root in the soft soil of the bank, Shink rubbed his scent against many of them as he trotted down towards the river, his tail twitching as he achnowledged Burke's response. He was grateful that his Lord had cleared his query, for now he was confident he could distinguish a potential trespasser should he come across one.

He reached the gentle flow, it's quiet waves lapping rhythmically at his paws as he bendpt his cranium to quench his thirst, rising up again to pad over to a young pine, rising up on his hind legs as he kneaded his forepaws into its bark to spread his odour. "That makes sense," he replied, twitching his tassel in thought. "I've never approached a wolf at a border before," he spoke as he stepped down from the tree. "Does it count towards the mercinary trade?" he questioned, knowing he was close to gaining that title.