Firefly Glen black mambo

Border patrol primarily! But it could go any which way! ;D

A chilly autumnal breeze brushed through the terrain, tousling the inky cloak of the dark sentinel.
 
Atlas was stationed at the edge of the glen where he had noticed their markings had faded. He did what he could to renew them before gazing out across the land between their claim and their previous home. Moonspear seemed to loom so tall when they were not at its rocky peaks. It was an indomitable structure and he was proud that he hailed from such a powerful pack. Thinking back on the slopes of his home, he felt a pang of nostalgia and wondered how Altair and the other pups were faring.
 
Snorting softly, he marked the area again and continued on a steady path around the edges of their hold. The sunlight glow of his eyes danced along the mountain range for a while longer before he turned them to focus on his nearest surroundings.