Raven's Watch a string of broken christmas lights

restless, lionel roamed away from the sentinels, returning to his post along the coast.
it was both quick and slowgoing; even with fewer pauses to piss or survey, the boy did not find himself near the mountains before evening.
this particular slice of rock reeked with the heavy markings of the pack that claimed it. lionel mayfair was at once upon his guard, bristling as he pulled away from the borders, but still foolish enough to linger, gaping with curiosity at the place.