Hideaway Strath Get Jinxed

Tick. Tick. Tick.

An unseen clock measured the time. It was a great distance they traveled. Little rest. Hungry bellies. Scorching feet, frigid from the fire-like nips of the cold weather. 

Many struggles were present along the way, but they managed nonetheless.

Arashi could tell when their destination had been found. Fury had not been specific as to where they were going, but between the look she passed to him and the breath of relief when they stepped within the Strath, he knew. It was a hard sign to miss.

With their future home in sight, tasks were to be delegated and achieved. 

Dens would need be found. The territory would need be checked for any strays. Borders would need be marked.

Though, as to which Fury wanted done first, Arashi had a faint idea.

The territory ranges wide. How far do you intend for the borders to stretch? It wouldn't be my place to chase away any from a strip we will not claim. The query was made with the assumption that the land would need to be checked before it could be marked. Given that the pale Warcheif was pregnant, he would likely hold the responsibility of maintaining their privacy and security.