Swiftcurrent Creek A tisket a tasket

Border duty was something that came easily to the aspiring warden -- and yet it was also something he found to be rather uneventful. He of course had heard of stories of trespassers upon their land, scuffles and the like that had occurred.. unfortunately, Scim always seemed to miss these moments.

Today however, a scent drifted to him -- one that did not belong along the edges of the creek. A noncommittal grunt as given as the cinnamon male wove his way along the borders, and soon, his bright aqua eyes would rest upon the 'offender.' Who, it turned out, was patiently and politely waiting by the carefully marked pack lines.

Uneventful, once again.

Uttering a bark to announce his presence, the Theta strode forward, his figure lifting as his tail arced higher -- a stance of dominance he rarely took by simply being in the middle of the ranks. "State your business," he rumbled, opting to cut right to the matter.