Stone Circle all about the money

Lately Charles had been peeing on things quite a bit. It was an exhillarating practise to make things his, especially when they first belonged to someone else. The borders were a place of stuff that smelled particularly like other wolves; like Easthollow wolves. Charles most strongly smelled the scent of the Matriarch there. He vaguely thought back to when he had tried to pee on the stone circle the first time, when she had told him off. Honestly, it was not that big an event in his mind, even though subconsciously, it had large consequences: It was perhaps the root of his peeing... Well, let's call it problem, just for clarity's sake. But Charles didn't realise this at all, nor did he think back to it negatively. If anything, it was perhaps a positive memory, because someone had cared for him in that moment; enough to punish him.

Now Charles had found a particular square meter of borders that he decided he would make his, just to see just how 'his' he could make a particular plot of land that had already been claimed. He was a part of the pack, after all, so his claiming meant that he claimed it for the pack as well, right? It wasn't as bad as peeing on the stones, right?

Anyway, the uncertainty of not really knowing if it was bad or not was kind of exciting on its own. Charles started at a particular rock that smelled a lot like Valette, where he lifted his leg and awkwardly balanced himself -- it was a new thing that he now lifted his leg rather than squatted when peeing -- and then he went on to a snowy shrub right next to it, while he suddenly pondered how much pee a wolf had in them anyway.