King Elk Forest just wanna make you proud

@Anatha

 
Border patrol had become a bit tedious, so Queenie thought. Her days were beginning to melt into one long episode of sleeping, marking, and (when she remembered) eating. It wasn't that she didn't think her work was important; with breeding season upon them and so many young women in the ranks, someone would have to make sure that the borders were properly maintained so as to avoid any unwanted visitors. After all, when Queenie's first heat came, she didn't intend on taking advantage — motherhood didn't seem to be her thing.

The blood moon a few nights ago had been her mental excuse for not getting up and doing her rounds, but now that it had passed, it was time to get back onto schedule. Queenie marched proudly around the border, tail raised to signify her status above any loners that happened to be wandering by.