Hideaway Strath when i suggested maybe we don't bring the gun in, he was very obliging.

Can we forward-date 36 hrs so it fits in my threadlog properly?

When he'd returned to the rendezvous site after his first round of marking, Fig and Fennec had been wide awake. Figuring they were ready to start seeing their new home, Phox had invited the two of them along for a short trip to mark the borders with him. Sure, they weren't very good at it (their bladders were the size of an acorn), but Fig seemed thrilled by the idea. So off they went!

They weren't anywhere near the actual boundary of the territory, but the pups didn't need to know that. Besides, it wasn't like the borders were the only places that needed to be claimed. Phox was of the mind to claim everything that laid inside that boundary, too. He hiked his leg, let a dribble fall out, then moved onto the next. Phox watched as Fig catapulted ahead of him, sticking his nose in a hole, then peeing on it like any good son would do.

Fennec wasn't far behind (she never was), and Phox kept a watchful eye on her as she blindly explored her new surroundings.