Ravensblood Forest the seeds of promise

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Border marking was not one of Arturo's favorite ways to pass time, admittedly. He could spend all day marking and not be anywhere near finished. It was time consuming and without the busy comings and goings of wolves tending to their duties it was dull on the best of days and dreadful on the worst. Alas, it was a necessary evil. Teaghlaigh was not going to mark itself — that punishment privilege fell to the wolves of The Family. With him at the helm of that charge. Still, Arturo could be found marking them without uttered contempt but definitely with the look of a man bored out of his mind. Trivial things bored him. It's why he made a horrible guardian. He patrolled because it was expected of him as Ceannasach but he made no attempt to hide his lack of jubilee at the thought. It got better ...he didn't hate it so much when it came to intercepting loners or diplomats of other packs; and he wanted to patrol the borders when he had children to protect. Then, it was a second nature. Not something he had to do but something he needed to do out of basic instinct.

Perhaps the problem was he'd spent too much time marking them. Prolonged time spent urinating and kicking up grass and dirt was never a good thing for the Fearghal monarch. Quickly Arturo found himself on an altered his course heading Isley's direction when he came across her scent. He was pleased that she was contributing, especially given her wounds. “Hello Isley,” The gangster offered after he gave the courtesy soft chuff to announce his presence to her. He moved towards her, looking forward to the company. Besides, two sets of eyes were better than one and he could take the chance to see how her and her companion, Palisander were settling in without being invasive to their personal space or private time.

“How are your wounds?” Ceannasach asked her first, hoping to hear that she was healing.