Ravensblood Forest in a battle, that's all you get

Arturo had risen early, before the sun had risen into the new morning sky. When it did rise it helped to chase away the chill that had settled over the land, kept at bay by the walls of the den lined with the fur he'd managed to collect but he had felt it the second he had slipped out from it's mouth. He brought Chusi the particularly fat rabbit he'd caught for, dropping it off just inside the den as to ward off unwanted scavengers from stealing it from her while she slept and then hunted for himself. The young fox did not fill his belly but there would be time for pack hunts when Teaghlaigh officially established themselves. It was a time that Ceannasach found himself looking forward to. Weekly hunts would help to strengthen their bonds with one another and it would teach them to work together as The Family was expected to.

It was coming along together nicely. He found himself with an unexpected Póilín in Furiosa. He did not believe that she would betray him; and if she did, surely she understood what the consequences for it would be. No. On this he did not worry. She would be the muscle that he looked to her to be, his red herring for the protection of The Family (and by extension his own). The unexpected, he considered, was not always a bad thing. Arturo made his way to the borders figuring he would refresh markers where they might have grown faint though with the combined effort of the wolves he'd gathered he did not think that was much of an issue.

Still, Ceannasach approached their established borders and sniffed at the ground and trees for a few moments, contented that they smelled like Teaghlaigh and none else. With the morning sun warm against his back where it filtered through the thick canopy above Arturo began his patrol, hyper-vigilant and alert for anything out of the ordinary.