Sun Mote Copse he just started like banging his hands together.

Fig had heard the rumors about the new pack that was encroaching upon their hunting grounds, and while he wasn't particularly worried about them, he was feeling more wary as he walked along the Eastern borders. He didn't know all the details seeing as I'm not sure he's actually supposed to know anything at this point, but he was confident in the strength of his pack. He also couldn't fathom a reason for them to be anything less than neighborly. Naive of him, perhaps, but nonetheless.

He paused for a few minutes to inspect the side of a tree. It smelled odd, like something had been rubbing up against it. There was a tangle of dark fur caught in the bark, but he couldn't place what animal it came from. He frowned, then lifted a leg to pee over it, claiming it for his own before continuing on, scanning the area for any other signs of the animal.