Blacktail Deer Plateau 'bout the shit

They moved and it felt like one

A force brought together, prepared to guard what they both called home. He was not sparse in his markings upon the earth. He covered places where scent markers lacked.

Never over Ingram's, out of respect.

His pace picked up some with a bit of boyish eagerness as they traced the growing borders. Their scents would strengthen and others would know the claim the Dreadfather made. He felt certain of this.