Stone Circle Your hands are cold

They made their way to the border, and when they finally arrived, Valette settled at a tree. Ezekiel could see the hurt in her eyes, he smelled Steady's faint scent markers as well. He felt a fit of anger for a moment, his lip quivering with it; anger for the one who had taken Steady from those who loved him. It went away with the breeze that carried through their pelts. He walked towards Valette and nudged her shoulder to get her up. Come on. He encouraged her, then he began walking towards another nearby tree. Perhaps they could leave Steady's tree alone for now.

Ezekiel stopped at the large oak and waited for Val to catch up. Then he said, Like I said patrolling is easy. Mark your scent as often as you see fit, and keep walking. Investigate anything you find suspicious, and be prepared to intercept anyone you come across. As a guardian you cannot make exceptions as it is for the safety of the pack. He explained, stepping back and ushering for Valette to lay her own scent upon the oak. He'd been through the border plenty of times, it was time the alpha made her mark.