Wapun Meadow Still getting old, space is still getting cold, space is

The valley beyond Bearclaw was vast- open and broad, welcoming for prey and predator alike. While they couldn’t claim it all, they could certainly increase their markings in the area to act as a warning for any heading toward their claim. 

These lands were free- but they were watched. 

They leapfrogged their markings so that they could claim a greater distance; she scuffed the earth with her paws, rolled to leave behind shedding tufts of her fur- and by the time the sun began to set, both she and the valley smelled of one another.

She pressed herself against Ancelin- to both claim and give to him as well the scents she bore.