Lost Creek Hollow deep within the most sacred grove

terance had been patrolling, as he often was. it was very rare not to find him doing some sort of labor or chore. there were mouths to feed and borders to protect, especially since the move. they had to reestablish caches and make sure loners knew that this territory was claimed. so far, terance thought, it had been going well. but that didn't mean there was time to slack.

he spotted a wolf another the borders, sniffing. his ears pressed forwards, tail raising to arc above his back. terance alerted the stranger of his presence with a low, warning chuff, and then he stood himself before the man, on the other side of the marked line, and stared. "can i help you?" he asked, neither with coldness or amiability.