Blacktail Deer Plateau 'bout the shit

Whether the other man followed or not did not bother him.

They stilled work as a unit. Each mark they left, whether here or there, served as a signal to others of the growth of Basilica. He wore groves into the earth, long stretches of claws turning up soil, parts of his body where scents clung heaviest were pressed into the earth. The trees.

He weaved himself into Basilica deeper this way.

He growled with excitement and delight as he leaned a hip against a cedar tree.