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It was an evening unlike any other he'd ever seen. For the last few hours of the afternoon, it had rained heavy, wet droplets, but then as the sun neared the horizon, the clouds peeled away just enough to let the evening light through- and it was absolutely scarlet. Squeezed into the shrinking gap between the sky and the horizon, the light that pierced through refracted on the mist rising from the wet grounds, now that the rain had stopped, and made the last glimmer of daylight shimmer, with a rosy hue cast over the entirety of the glen. He wasn't sure what it meant- or if it meant anything at all- but he it failed to have any profound effect on him, no matter how beautiful it was.

He patrolled the borders in solemn silence, paws making soft squelching noises in the mud as he moved along, sniffing for strange scents and leaving behind markings of his own. After the rainfall that afternoon, it would be important to re-establish their borders, and he needed the distraction.