Shadewood overcast

The day was cold but the sun that shone down hinted at warmth to come. He had begun the process of settling in, of making this place his home for good. The process mainly consisted of constantly roaming the borders, especially after the run in with the madman at the borders a few days earlier. He had been doing so and had finished, heading back toward the den he claimed before he caught a fleeting shape of white dash ahead of him.His silver gaze caught the tail end of a particularly exquisite hind end, a female of snow colored pristine fur. He chuffed a greeting to her, loping after her curious as to who she was and what her place was here.