Stavanger Bay High expectations are the key to everything

@Shadow

For the past several days, Beric had been diligent in his patrols on the border. He had made them random, so that no one could predict when or where he would be. His protective streak had been on high, and his instinct told him to make sure all was secure, and that his family and pack members were safe. Deep down, he felt at home here. In the beginning, he had been a little worried that he wouldn't bring himself out of his outsider position, but with Julooke and Verrine's help, he had settled in quite nicely.

He had to admit, though, he wasn't spending as much time with his pack mates as he probably should been. In his defense, he was working hard to protect them, In the coming days, he would have to make more of an effort to be social so that they would at least know who was protecting them.

His heavy paws padded the ground as he trotted easily through the forest, along the the eastern part of the border. His gait slowed to a walk and then to a halt. His stuck his nose in the wind as his ears swiveled around. His instincts said something was there, but he couldn't see or smell anything unusual. He stood still, except for his shallow breathing and his eyes scanning the area on the other side of the border.