Stone Circle Your hands are cold

@Ezekiel

Valette walked with Ezekiel when he agreed to teach her about patrolling. Sure, she knew it couldn't be that hard but it was never taught to her or expected of her. She had always been the hunter. She looked at Ezekiel, their somber mood made the chitchat stay away. As they reached the borders she could tell the previous scent marks of Steady. Her heart jolted. She almost didn't want to mark it with her own scent.

She walked to the tree and sniffed it. The mark was becoming fainter. A soft wince escaped from the female. She settled against the tree and closed her eyes. She missed Steady so terribly. Under that hardened mask, she showed before, it was clear that she was hurting.