Blacktail Deer Plateau coming to a close, we're down by ten.

Grayday dipped his head in assent. Border marking was dull work compared to hunting, but it still needed to be done. Besides, it would give them more time to talk, if the mood happened to strike the pale shewolf. He didn't know her very well just yet, but she didn't seem like the quiet type.

He walked silently beside her, gazing out over the tall, swaying grasses. Now and then, the flicker of a lightning bug would draw his eyes, but for the most part, he focused on the edge of the plateau. He loved the view this new territory afforded them, and he loved it especially at night. Steam rose up off the distant hotsprings, and the river sparkled like a silver ribbon, and the flatlands seemed to go on forever, broken only by the odd lake or pond or cluster of trees.

"Damn, but I love this view," he sighed, his tail wagging as he admired the pretty scene. He wondered if it would be better with his sight fully restore, or if the fuzziness of the picture made it all the more comforting.