Dragoncrest Cliffs I tread on careful feet

Tveir had known that when he'd joined that this pack was not one to be taken lightly. He was also aware, that he was the lowest man on the totem pool, both because he was new and because of his gender. It was with these thoughts in mind that he moved amongst the pack lands, silently and carefully, as he didn't wish to gain anyone's ire.

He refreshed the borders, and patrolled carefully. It had been sometime since he had done so, but it came back to him as easy as breathing. He soon remembered everything his father had done, what he had done when he had joined the few packs before his 2nd year, all those years ago. He was scratching at the border at this moment in time, and keeping a weather eye both out of the pack lands and in. He didn't think they would harm him in anyway, but he knew better than to let his guard down right away.