Silvertip Mountain Trespass

Marking was a task that Tonravik took to with gusto. She traveled miles within a day, and she was not the only one. The broad-chested bear of a wolf rubbed the entirety of her body on rock, grass, and dirt; and when she caught scent of a wolf nearby, she did not bother to shake her furs to rid herself of her homes debris. This mountain was the mountain of Tartok. No other could traverse it without becoming. The other being near it set Tonravik on edge, but she was aware that although strong, her mark was new. None would know yet that this land was claimed. So her posture was not aggressive despite its dominance. She would be the informant, and through word of mouth, others would learn that this land was not free to travel any longer.

She caught sight of the agouti male, standing atop a hill. She lingered upon her ledge for a moment before the Tartok descended to meet him fully. His proximity to the borders was not close enough for even discomfort; he kept near to the meadow, for one reason or another. Perhaps the markers were stronger than she thought.

Her tail was stiff behind her as she moved toward him, noting from afar a searching gaze. She paused, suddenly, ears erect and eyes upon him, stiff as she waited for him to come, or to go. Her attentions were very clearly upon him; she did not disguise her interest.