Do what they think that they must

hope you don't mind the mini pp of Cree brushing against him. if so it can be changed!

It didn't take much time at all for the distinct stench of their banner to come into focus. To the untrained nose, it was nothing more than a dotted line of reeking waste but, to its contributors the boarder was glory. Approaching it with such grandiose ideas, Cree's shoulders mounted as her head dropped and her throat purred a series of approving rumbles. Wagging her tail fiercely behind her, the she-wolf determined a space of hyper saturation and immediately lowered herself to roll all through and in it. Continuing with her feral noises as she did so, she was fully oblivious to May throughout her ritual worship of the marker.

Finally stopping on her side and then rising to her feet, she shook herself vigorously to loosen all manners of debris before approaching the darker wolf. Going to him with sweet whines in her throat she brushed herself roughly alongside him. Turning back with a messy grin upon her face, her steps were of a trotting manner as she returned to her original spot. Once there, she sunk her bottom with bent knees while smirking unabashed at the ball of nerves called Mayhem. "Well what do you think," she quipped with plenty of sarcasm as a stream of her urine shot to the ground. Raking her hind legs over the spot once she had risen again, she checked her worked with nose to the ground but copper eyes turned his direction. "Since you're not planning on leaving anytime soon you might as well put your mark on the place too."