The Sentinels [m]y love is a lifetaker

His venture outside of the territory had been brief, and upon his return, he'd found Marina's scent subtly changed. He gave her space, spending much of his time marking tight borders around her den. He did not see much utility in trying to hold a larger territory, but he wanted anyone who drew near to understand that someone was guarding the area carefully, and with bloody intention.

Despite his best efforts, he was sure the siren song of her scent would overpower the war cry of his own.

Today, he'd spent some hours splashing in the river, chasing after a sea otter that had made its way inland. Though it was a smaller specimen, there was still enough for him to bring back to her after eating his fill. He brought the remains — including all the best organs — to the little hovel she kept for herself, lowering himself to his belly and uttering a soft woof in hope of summoning her.

He would feel more settled, he thought, when he could lay eyes on her. Thus far, he'd refrained from approaching the den at all — but he was growing anxious.