Moonspear stay a thousand years

Antares was on the tail end of a round of patrol spent refreshing what he could on this swatch of the mountainside. All was quiet, though, and his interest in the task was growing difficult to hold onto. He was looking to turn inward, as he had done more of lately since the pups had begun to have more access to the mountain. The dark Ostrega was pointedly ignoring the urge to roam and rove beyond their claim that came and went, sometimes fiercely, but he outweighed it.. most days. It simply seemed more worthwhile to, after all.

On his way, while he was weaving a route through the woods, his wild nape prickled with suspicion. Antares didn't think he was alone, or he wouldn't be for much longer.. although nothing on the winds raised outright alarms, he did find true caution to be excessive here. He gradually slowed down his walk, ears turning back with a keen angle as he did to really, wholly, listen to the woods--though he kept his sights forward, and options very open for what may await.

With all of his marking about here and there earlier along this very path, he was feeling more obvious himself than usual; no point in trying for the sneak himself. His cover was likely already blown.