Dragoncrest Cliffs Sweet baby boy

His first instinct was to cover his tracks with snow, but the bright yellow frozen water was one of the few ways he would remember where his den was. He circled around it, unsure what else to do to mark the place — other than just wildly pissing everywhere, which would be rather uncouth. 

He dug into his den, surfacing with bones and debris from the meals he had taken home with him. He scattered them in a wild but deliberate manner, circled around the den once more before nodding to himself. He didn't see Portia until he started walking away. He snorted to her in greetings, his tail wagging.