Horizon Ridge Flouride mouthwash

Well this place was a dump. A smashed slab of rock. Dried up tide pools, or pools full of gross water. Still, the forest was nice, and the whole place overlooked the ocean. Somehow, it felt too far away from the actual water for Strand, but it was still part of the coastline, and therefore she liked it well enough. Plus, it belonged to her. This whole coastline did. Once, she had thought only the island that had birthed her belonged to her. Now, no longer. Now, she traveled the entire coastline, bothered by no one, or almost no one, for everyone had moved inland or otherwise left in her absence from the Teekon Wilds. 

Except here. Now. The smell of a female, and her excrement, were strong in Strand’s nose. She breathed deeply, wrinkled her snout in disgust and anger, and marched forward, following the scent trail. Soon enough, she came across the offender, who was marking this ridge as if it belonged to her. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Strand demanded. Normally, such a thing would have been asked loudly, brashly. This time, something was different. Her voice was quiet, deadly, her eyes cold and calculating. “This place belongs to me.”