Jade Fern Grove weep for yourself my man

To Sriracha's great surprise and joy, their numbers were growing. Where once they were but three, their numbers had grown to such a size that Sriracha felt comfortable widening their borders. Indeed, they would need more land to call their own, especially if they were to grow. The small chunk of land that he had carved out would not be enough for their current numbers, let alone more. They would have to encompass more than just the willow tree, her stream, and a small patch of woods around.

Sriracha struck out from the willow, roving where he would. He wound through trees, and as he did so rubbed against them. He crept along the eaves of rocks, and there he lifted his leg, relieving himself and thus leaving behind a strong scent. And so he went, determining the size and shape of the claim from whim to whim.