Sleepy Fox Hollow I wanna introduce you to my kinfolks, to my old friends

Hi hello this is AW but @Nyx could be really fun, just sayin'. >:]

Wylla was in full-on avoidance mode as she skirted around the territory's edge, refreshing scent borders not with her urine—she didn't wish to be so conspicuous—but with quick, deft scrapes of her paws. Any glimpse of a shadow in the trees would send her off on another course, eager to keep away from any reminder of what ruin she'd wrought yet again.

It was a compulsion. An instinct deep within her to sow chaos and reap its effects. She could no more turn it off than she could change the colour of her eyes or the composition of her coarse fur, and at times she wondered if this was what her unknown father had left her in this life. It could just as easily have been her birthright from Lusca, though; her mother had no shortage of chaotic tendencies. The only thing that had ever stilled her soul from doing so was Tiercel. Perhaps that explained why she felt so lost in her daughter's absence.

Striking Mahler and his clinical bow from her mind, she pressed her shoulder against a tree and rubbed her flank along it, leaving bits of fur behind. Subtler means of marking borders without imposing so much on those in charge. A few feet further and she began kicking snow up, leaving deep gouges with her hind paws.