Wapun Meadow Child's play

Dawn was fast approaching as the shadow boy, ran from the mountain top down to the flat lands below. He was tired of the creek coming onto their land and bothering them. They were not taking any of their game, they weren’t taking any of their herbs nothing, the mountain thus far was entirely self sufficient and they didn’t have to leave it. So far Njal had brought a warning party and Fox had pissed on their borders. Njal’s group of pansies had wanted to tear apart their caches, so turnabout was fair play right, thought jace wouldn’t do that.

No today he was merely scouting around the outskirts of the pack territory looking for any weak pointes, where there wasn’t such a large aroma of ammonia. So far he hadn’t found any, and his smell was still in a few places, which surprised the heck out of him, but maybe it was because he had been so busy on the borders for so long that it just hadn’t faded yet. He sniffed and prodded, but made sure to not cross over their borders at the moment he was merely staying in neutral territory.

Finding no weaknesses he veered off towards the meadow and sniffed and shuffled around in there merely exploring. He wondered if anyone would come after him, he wasn’t really looking for a fight, but he’d give them one if they wanted one.