Whitefish River Double-cross the vacant and the bored

on the borders! AW

His memories of this place were blurry and incomplete, seen through the eyes of a young child. It hadn't been that long ago really, but he had changed so much since then that it felt like a lifetime ago. Still, one thing he remembered like it was yesterday was how safe he felt here; he was happy to be back and he wanted to start doing more to help out. His skills here minimal, but he was willing to learn whatever he could. 

So today, he had made his way to the borders shortly after waking. He was restless and bored and wanted to do something important or learn something new. He wasn't quite sure what all needed to be done on a patrol, he was just mimicking what he thought he saw the adults do the few times he had actually seen them here. He walked slowly, paused and looked around, and sniffed things. But he wasn't really sure what he was doing. There were a lot of smells, too many really. And his senses quickly became overwhelmed. There was no way he would be able to pick out just one scent. Still he tried, moving on to a new spot when the scents of one area became too much. 

A long stick in the distance quickly stole his focus, though. It was just the right size too. He stopped and stared at it for a few seconds before bursting forward and jumping on it. It was long but not too long for him to carry. He definitely wasn't going to just leave it here, so he snatched it up and continued on his way, occasionally dropping the stick when he remembered that he needed be sniffing things.