Hideaway Strath Gretchen, what color is the sky on your planet?

Fig looked up sharply from the rock he'd been peeing on, his ears perking to catch Dingo's call. He had been marking the rendezvous site again, trying to do a good job of patrolling like his parents had asked. If any intruders made it this far into the heart of the territory, they'd stop dead in their tracks once they reached his clearing. Because obviously that's how border markings worked, right? They physically couldn't be passed if they were strong enough? I think it is.

Anyway, Fig felt his pee bucket was running on E, so he happily abandoned his task to go see what was up. He found his sometimes-sitter in another clearing, standing alone and looking a bit proud of himself. The boy canted his head curiously as he glanced around before settling his gaze back on Dingo expectantly.