Hoshor Plains the long black train

the pair investigate the camp for a bit, but after a while of turning up nothing that arktos would deem useful, arktos considers mojag's offer a bit more than he had when it was first made to him. it hadn't felt right to let mojag check out the abandoned camps by himself, but it would be wiser, arktos realizes, to let him do just that.

the borders needed tended carefully with the influx of trespassers yellowstone'd had in the past few days; sawing away at what remained of arktos' patience for them.

woe would be to the next wolf that crossed their borders without a Yellowstone escort.

i'm going to return to the borders, arktos informs mojag after another yawn of fruitless minutes of upended dirt. don't forget to introduce yourself to nephele and the others.

he begins to walk, pausing only long enough to cast, welcome to yellowstone, mojag. over his shoulder before heading towards the nearest border.

felt like a good place to wrap up. <3