Ravensblood Forest the one minute. the soldier's minute

another border marking thread! open for anyone! :-)

It was coming together, slowly but surely. Teaghlaigh was forming and for the moment a break was given in his active recruiting to continue his work upon the caches and the border marking. After adding a particularly plump rabbit to a cache Arturo had decided to turn his focus upon the borders. He walked a patrol of what he'd already gotten marked, pausing every so often to refresh the scent markers, to reinforce The Family's claim upon this forest. He paused when he reached the place where the Takoda River fed into Ravensblood and neared it's bank, bowing his head to sate his thirst. He lapped at the cool, crisp water, feeling it's cool kiss on the way down. Already, the mornings, such as this one, were beginning to gradually become cooler and cooler. There was a chilling nip in the air, though it was kept bearable by the warming rays of the sun where they touched upon the Ceannasach's back. Autumn was upon them, though not in it's full swing, yet.

Arturo was aware that this was a pressure to Teaghlaigh's timetable. He was not overly concerned, yet, but already his mind was planning ahead for the winter months. Pack hunts would have to be conducted, and what they did not eat would have to be stored away in the caches. Isley's medicinal caches would have to be stocked and no doubt her store would become limited in the winter months, lest she could find alternative plants in winter to suffice for her stores. On that, Arturo was not knowledgeable as Riptide had taken his knowledge of medicines and poisons away when Arturo's mind had healed (and perhaps he hadn't since the gangster and the sea witch had been one in the same but Arturo didn't dare dig at that proverbial scar).

His head lifted from the river and his salmon pink tongue slid across his lips to collect the droplets of water that had rolled down his chin, missing the ones that splashed down upon his chest. Fiery, red-orange gaze swept across his surroundings before he turned and continued his patrolling and border marking routine, pausing to lift his leg and mark a particularly wide sequoia.