Blackfeather Woods Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places

It was only just approaching late morning, and Ramsay had already soaked the entirety of Blackfeather Woods' southern edge with urine. He took a short break to rest under the bare canopy at the southwestern point of the forest, peering with hooded eyes at the prairie stretching all the way to the horizon. Far beyond lay misty mountains, but Ramsay hadn't been out that way as far as he could remember.

Rising with an awkward, stiff stretch, the dwarf continued his rounds. He lifted a leg here and there, splashing tree root and tussock and rock alike to spread his scent along the borders. Now that they'd established a presence here and largely cleaned up the macabre reminders of the previous pack, it was time to reinforce the forming pack's claim with proper borders.