Moonspear Teachings

Open to any adults, but paging @Hydra!

The older he got, the more curious he became. More intent, more thoughtful, so very much like his father. When his iconic sire stole away from the den or from the family, Saviguk would watch from afar with wonder in his eyes. He was up to something, something all of the adults seemed to take seriously. And he was determined to find out. Every child eventually snuck off after their parents or favorite adult and he was no different.

Old enough to be out on his own for considerable amounts of time unsupervised, the Ice Crystal was content in his own territory. He knew he was safe, with no shortage of eyes, ears and noses always watching over him. Lately, the Spear seemed busier than usual. This he deduced because of the plethora of unfamiliar scents of other wolves, mostly concentrated at or towards the borders. They didn't raise any hairs of alarm on his back. If there was reason for concern, they would have long been chased out. 

Toeing the line that marked the edge of their claim and the lands just beyond, Saviguk was on the trail. He was hopeful for a run in with one of these newer wolves. In with those scents here, was that of his mother, father and Aunt's. The area seemed heavily frequented, enforced with a barrier of pheromonal odor. Guiding his nose to the base of a tree, he sniffed. Deep rooted instincts took over, prompting the boy to mark the already flag posted ground with several vigorous scrapes of his paws. A guardian in the making.