Two Rivers Isle Fairly Local

He followed his Lords trail, trotting at an even pace and pausing every now and again to strengthen Burke's mark upon his chosen posts. With ears pricked and tassel waving high, he listened as the brute chose to answer his enquiery, his muzzle crinkling into what could only be described as a wolfish grin as the other spoke. He'd take his advice, being careful to approach any newcomer at the borders with an open mind before judging them as an offender. Arthendal was small and was always open for those who wanted to excel at knowledge of their interest, yet it wouldn't hurt to be careful.

A sense of pride flowed through his veins as the grayscale male confirmed that indeed it did count towards his trade. Perhaps he could work hard and become a guardian like Burke had said. With a light sniff of a luscious branch, he placed his mark before turning back to wards his superior. "I'd love to become a Guardian," he spoke, his tail lashing in excitement.