Ravensblood Forest so the past is not the past

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Arturo had felt the give and pull of the fur that had been liberated from his coat by the sap but he was less worried about the pain, brief as it had been, than he was having the residue upon his fur, matting it. Perhaps a bath would be in order later, when he parted ways with his young ward. For now, his attention and time was her's. At Chusi's question Ceannasach deliberated on his answer not wanting to outright tell her that no pissing on the borders wouldn't really make her better at being able to defend them. It did nothing for her skill level, really. Yet, marking borders was just as important as the patrol as being alert, as intercepting strangers. It all tied together in one neat, bow wrapped package. Simply, he had to think of a clever way to make it known to her. “Border marking is more of a political aspect of being a Mercenary,” Arturo finally explained, giving himself a small nod. Yes, that was good. It encouraged her to mark them, and conveyed it's importance. “Borders are typically enough to discourage any stranger from traipsing into our land. If they are in our land without our permission then they are trespassing,” He glimpsed over his shoulder at her again, fixing her in a piercing one eyed stare. “Teaghlaigh does not tolerate trespassers, Chusi. Understand? Their punishment is severe. They will be taken as our prisoners and then their fate will be decided by The Family as a whole.” A vote. Yet, he'd never seen mercy extended towards those who had trespassed. To date the verdict passed down had always been the same: death.

Arturo's brows furrowed for a moment as she gave her explanation as to what she thought a guardian did. Most of it was right. He wasn't overly sure how to determine if one was “good” or not. Teaghlaigh's joining process was not as straight forward as the typical pack's. It took more than an initial meeting with the Red Herring or Ceannasach himself to allow them into The Family. They had to prove their worth, prove that they wanted to be apart of The Family. It was a process but any willing to trudge through it was obviously worthy of Teaghlaigh. “Mostly right,” He concurred, gathering his thoughts for a moment. “You ask who they are, ask them their purpose, yes. We'll pretend that this wolf isn't from Blackrock Depths and isn't Kitku,” the latter of which Arturo had invited to visit him (and Chusi) whenever she so wished and the standing alliance with Blackrock Depths was always an open invitation. These things, Chusi already knew. “What do you do if he, say...asks for information about Teaghlaigh?” He inquired, eager to see how much attention to him she'd paid.

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