Northstar Vale The only feelings I have for you are rage and pissed off-ed-ness

Dag had been making his presence known around the territory. Though they were not as focused on marking borders as other packs, Dag still felt the need to leave his mark wherever he found another's. Deer poo? Piss on it. Raccoon tracks? Piss on it. Blood from a little scuffle between two packmates? Piss on it. It was a good way to let others know that he was in the loop, he was keeping track of these things - but mostly, it was just something that entertained the young male.

And, let's be real, his packmates were probably most happy when he was entertained. When he had time to himself, he spent it with them, and he wasn't entirely sure they appreciated his idea of bonding. Keep-away. Tag. Roughhousing. Gnawing on each other's feet. He'd yet to annoy any of them into rage, but Dag knew how quickly the tides could turn.

"Saena!" he called as she approached, her name a whine of pleasure. They always saw Warbone around - him and his grouchy-grumpy-mean-looking face. Dag liked him, but Saena's presence was special, was a treat when she deigned to grace them with it.

Hopping to his feet, the rangy male pranced toward the other intending to begin some sort of merriment - only to hesitate when his eyes and nose and ears and Zephyr told him that there was a stranger in the mix. Unafraid but overly curious, the young male's head cocked almost comically to the side. "Rakeet!" he barked, hailing the woman as he approached, tail windmilling behind him as he stopped beside the first female, greeting her first and gleaning what information on the tawny woman had rubbed off on her pelt.

His head dipped further as he came closer to Warbone and the stranger, his eyes darting between the first male and his smaller companion to gauge the mood before he sought to ghost his muzzle over the other's fur before drawing away once more. "Who's this?" he asked brightly, looking to Saena - because they didn't talk much, and because she was cool.