Silver Creek Even When I Lose I'm Winning

So, Mawk had done it. He'd joined a pack. Now, the more difficult task... doing work. At least, if he marked the borders and patrolled a bit he wouldn't have to talk to anyone. He wanted to know the land, to be able to travel across it with ease and not get lost. Especially if he wanted to be a scout. As for a speciality, he hadn't yet decided. A spy might be fun, but carrying messages seemed like something he'd be able to accomplish with ease. For now, however, the wolfdog would have to actually earn the trade.

He also had mentioned the possibility of being a mercenary to the alpha, and if he went through with it, it might be useful when spying or carrying messages.

Mawk was travelling on the edge of the borders, marking here and there, nothing really happening. He enjoyed the silence, but his paws made an annoying sound, crunching the snow beneath them. To make it worse, his curled tail bobbed up and down as he padded along. Sighing, the cream dog sniffed the ground but smelt nothing of great interest, and continued on his way.