Deepwood Weald If crazy equals genius, then I'm a fucking arsonist

The beast padded through the snow, moving along the borders as the sun began to rise in the distance. It was just as cold here as it was anywhere he had been lately, but he rarely paid it much attention. He and Alarian's most recent disagreement remained heavy on his mind. It had ended with the scarred male agreeing to be his mate, but there still remained some uncertainty about the way they each viewed certain aspects of their relationship. Midar just wasn't sure it was something he was willing to change his mind about, and it seemed his mate felt the same way. Once again, their shared stubbornness was causing dissonance between them. 

He continued to mull over the situation as he advanced in his patrol, stopping occasionally to inspect any scent markers and freshen them if needed. If anything, the group of Meloniis was diligent in marking their claim, but the beast liked to be extra cautious. Plus, taking out an intruder might help lighten his mood a little.