Redhawk Caldera red right hand

All welcome!

Fox was angered by the amount of outsiders who had thought it wise to insult them. It was as if they had lost their instinct and replaced it with stupidity. Fox wanted to ensure that her wolves would uphold the old ways of protecting their land (and the land surrounding it) from such idiots. It never ceased to baffle her that some wolves just weren't accustomed to the way things were. Ferdie had been one of them, and Fox was still astonished that anybody would elect him a leader. He was a fool, and Fox hoped that the crows had eaten his carcass long ago. Along with whatever imbeciles followed him.

Dropping that thought, Fox glided along the boundary of her home, stopping occasionally to squat and pee, rub herself against a tree, or scratch at the dirt. Perhaps if their scent was stronger, outsiders would not get so close. Their markings were meant to be a warning, not just some magical boundary that no wolf shall cross without permission. If it was stronger, Fox hoped that it would scare others off, let them know that this place was well-protected.