Chimera Fields We could fall or we could fly

The act of claiming a territory was not something she felt comfortable doing; mostly because it didn't seem like a lady's work, as it consisted of the laborious task of delineating a limit to the territory and then the awful practice of urinating on command - gross! So Ibis did her best to tend to the borders in her own way. She collected the prettiest flowers in bundles and would lay them wherever Mali's scent - or her brother's scent - were strongest. Occasionally, when the scent of urine wasn't very dominant in a patch of grass, she'd take a moment to roll around and add her scent that way. It wasn't as strong a commitment but she did her best.

It meant that Ibis was sporting a greenish-yellow tinge to her shoulders and back, though. The downside of having a pale coat, she supposed. It marked her as a resident of the forest though; all those scents mingled like a perfume. Bits of leaf-litter tangled in the long hair of her belly fur and netted some of the flowers she'd been collecting, so as she walked she tried to work at them. Her head was down as Ibis pranced through the woods — and she very nearly walked right in to Breccan as he was perusing the outer limits.