Golden Glade On the road again.

Reyson realized too late he had crossed a boundary. The scents not yet strong enough to completely deter. Especially a man with too much on his mind. So he backpedaled quick as you please. Swinging large body in a graceful arc and booking it towards thr border line.

The last thing he needed was one or many taking a chunk out of his hide. Meadow would kill him. He finally made it to the edge and stood there. Returning his hesrt rate to normal where it was safe and he was free of piss lines.