Duskfire Glacier everything after, nothing

duskfire glacier random event: coyote trespassing/at the border turned border patrol. founding thread 10!

a light snow blankets the borderlands of the glacier as wintersbane walks them; following the guidance of the sun's golden ascension in the horizon. for the first hour of patrol, spent with a limp that was slowly mending as time wore on — but still too long for the tundrian's liking; impatient as he was — was quiet. nothing out of the ordinary. for a moment; contented, wintersbane allows his guard to lull.

only to feel it sharpen with the scent of coyote hanging rife in the air.

his hackles bristle as he marches ( limps ) in the direction, a low growl rumbling in his throat as he comes upon the trespasser. where he should have perhaps found some sort of kinship with him because of his coywolf father, wintersbane did not.

get the fuck out of my territory. and with a threatening snap of his jaws that he fully plans to make good on, the tundrian chases the sneaking beast from the glacier's borders; only feeling the protesting ache of his healing leg when he ascertains that the nosey coyote wasn't returning and after the adrenaline begins to wane. would wintersbane have been at full health, the coyote would've been dead; as it was, it caught a lucky break though the tundrian is quick to suspects the beast does not know of it.

despite the protest of his aching limb, wintersbane returns to his patrol; redoubling his efforts with a renewed flame of vigor lit beneath his breast.