Two Rivers Isle Nobody loves no one

Small body ached from the day before. She hadn't ever marked borders like that. Constantly scratching and squatting and rubbing. She felt deep aches in those joints. However, there was a sense of pride and happiness in the fact that she had done it. 

She met Ulrich on the territory line for a new lesson, stretching her body gently at the pain there. She nudged him. 

Hello Ulrich.

Then she tilted ears forward to listen, and sniff. She took a deep breath. All she smelled at first was snow and dirt and trees, and well their new scent markers. She tried again, underneath it she got a sense of something. 

I don't know. It smells dusky, like soil and birds. But it isn't birds.

She Smells Weasel