Porcupine Ridge skylines and turnstiles

For the first time, Hex was making an attempt to travel the entire diameter of the ridge, leaving his scent marks in his wake.

It was the middle ground between low and high, a blend of the rugged mountains and fertile valleys and forests. When the sun rose, it lit the great vale to the southeast, separated from their territory by a sharp, trecherous drop. 

The rest of the ridge was surrounded by taller mountains, the biggest of which was the peak that loomed just opposite of the valley, its dark mass cutting past even the clouds on stormy days.

Hex had wondered if there was an easy path to the lowlands—and if an enemy could take advantage of it. He found a few such places today, narrow but navigable, and began the arduous process of meticulously and heavily marking these boundaries.

Once Muskrat and other wolves added to the smell, there would be no doubt. This land was theirs.