Ravensblood Forest Only the gods love me

Vale was almost five months old now, and he was bolder than ever. He knew better than to patrol all on his own, but he wasn't near the borders — not yet, anyways. Still, he did mark, and as he was clawing the bark of a great sequoia, the winds shifted and a stranger's scent blew his way.

Vale stiffened, part of him wanting to go and investigate, another part of him knowing he'd probably get in trouble if he did. After a few moments, Vale decided on the smart thing — he called for his father, @Vagabond.

Then, he began to edge towards the border, wanting to see without being seen.