The Sentinels moose and squirrel

The borders were becoming his haunt. He was focused on them, fixated even, and he continued to push along them and reinforce them. Every day he spent learning the forest, his scent added to the expanse. He had become comfortable and familiar in a quick time, but Castiel could put some of that to the benefit of rarely feeling uncomfortable. He didn't bother with things like that. Instead the large male continued his movements, pushing forward as if he could escape any problems that way.