Hideaway Strath To be and not to be

For the lovely @Aspen

 

And the man walked. He walked along his borders, freshening the scent and reveling in the fact that it was his, all his. It was his home and he loved it. He loved the lush forests that provided him with deer, rabbits and shelter. He lover the River that provided him water. He loved the plains on the other side that the herd animals passed through in the right season, and he even loved the Black Morass that lay south of his borders, although still part of the valley.

He sighed in relief as he approached the spot he started at this morning. He had finished the perimiter of the borders that faces the opening to the valley, and now no one could miss them.