Blacktail Deer Plateau rolling rock

Anybody is welcome (even outsiders, as this takes place on the border).

Kissing her beau goodbye, Fox made her way to the outermost limits of the plateau. It had been quite some time since she had busied herself with patrols, but it seemed a good way to get to know the lay of the land. She could only hope that she didn't run into Hawkeye. It didn't occur to her that she might have gone with Ferdie, considering her children were here. And, despite their differences, Fox would not interfere with the mother. It was not her right to do so. As long as that wretched Von Pelt was far, far away, Fox didn't give a damn one way or the other.

Her legs took her swiftly to the borders, eyes scanning for any threats as she occasionally rubbed herself on a tree to mark it. Fox's markings would be fewer and further between that Perry and Willow's, but they would be there. She wanted others to make no mistake about her new position here. And if somebody had a problem with it, they could take it up with her. Or leave. She didn't mind either way. Peregrine wasn't going anywhere, and Fox could count a number of wolves already whom she did not think would leave.