Stavanger Bay take the ambulance to bed

Thistle strode towards the borders, her mind on other things. She had received her third trade of Warden. She wasn't too sure if that was what she had wanted, but she had it now and it would stay. She could be a good warden, and in a way it was her responsibility to be such. She strode along the path, marking where the scent markers were weakened or less. Whether it was by urine, claws or fur, it didn't matter it got done.

As she strode forwards a movement caught her eye, scanning around it she growled a warning to the other wolf and stood near the edge of their land. He was prowling around like he was trying to find a weak spot, maybe he wasn't. But her husband had her becoming wary and suspicious of any and all wolves at the borders. You there! What do you want here?