Bearclaw Valley But if you’re so smart

The sentry stone was cool to the touch when Ameline hopped onto it. Rain had fallen through the night, darkening the surface of the stone, and nurturing the small spots of moss that had not yet been kicked off by the Regina. 

She circled a few times, before she hopped back down. After she stretched, she made her way along the narrow passage out of the valley, marking the ground as she went, occasionally scuffing her paws and kicking up clods of earth so that her border markings were easily visible. 

Mine, She said, with every scent marking.