Do what they think that they must

The boundary was a familiar background stench, a lingering smell that offered security in the newly found home. When Creidne began her ritual worship of the most profuse part of the border the black behemoth was once again left awkwardly watching, yellow eyes trying to figure out what was the most appropriate action. Before any choice could be made she rose, moving toward him. His first instinct was to back away, when she still managed to press her frame against his a rather panicked, short growl escaped.

Suddenly she kept moving and he was left fighting the urge to retaliate to the sudden intrusion of his personal space, violently. Forcing a calm onto himself that was broken by the slight upturn of his lip and the slow, forced breathing, he turned in time to catch her sarcastic quip, and the site of her elegantly pissing on the ground.

The suggestion that he should follow suit, shifted him to a slight panic once more. Was she going to continue to awkwardly watch him? Feeling the need to simply obey and fit in, being his best course of action the behemoth reluctantly turned toward a nearby tree and made a display of lifting a hind leg to place his own mark on the ground. Turning back to the female. Simple enough I guess