Swiftcurrent Creek Who do I smell?

Thyme was glad when he got out of the wetlands. It had taken him longer than expected but the terrain hadn't been very accommodating. The young male had been tired and hungry when the land finally started to appear less soggy. He followed the river as he came from the wetlands, having a quick drink to quench his thirst but also to still his hunger. The male wanted to continue the river down, perhaps finding a place to rest when he stumbled upon a pack's border. The border was very pungent and a clear warning to back off, at least in Thyme's eyes.

Though as he continued on the border, there were sometimes a hint of familiarity in it. The pale young man frowned a little and dared to come closer to the border. Not actually trespassing but sniffing one of the marks. The lanky young male probably looked in quite a state, with mud caked into his fur up to his belly. He couldn't place it yet. He decided to follow the border to the next scent mark.