Golden Glade An Alpha, A Queen, A Mother

He lingered on the outskirts of the inner circle, having patrolled the borders; trailing and marking along its edges for a couple of hours and every time, Streiter found himself returning to the same place, over and over. Amber eyes glanced toward the entrance of the tunnels as he sat beside a one of many trees, his gaze longing as he finally tore his stare away, no longer wanting to torment himself further. Soon, in time he knew he would join his mate.

Tail thrashed some upon the grass covered ground as Strei casually peered over the terrain, the fiery colored leaves blanketed the floor, a soft rustling sounding behind the male as he tail brushed at a few fallen strays; a sure sign that winter was approaching. Hopefully the mercenary would have found his place within the pack by then.