Ankyra Sound before blood

All welcome, but tagging @Caiaphas. Set on the borders.

Sea salt spattered the length of Gluska’s spindly legs. The fur along his chest and belly was crusted over, reeking of brine and blood. There was a sharp glint to his yellow gaze as he trailed the base of the cliffs, pausing every so often in his trek to check the air for markings. Though he had not yet neared the entrance to the secluded sea-side pack, Gluska could still smell her. The length of his muzzle was pointed skyward, ochre-tipped ears stood erect atop his narrow skull. He could not escape the sound of crashing waves, even from where he stood on the opposing side.

Sauntering forward, Gluska trailed the edge of cliffs for a short while longer before they seemed to suddenly cease. Curiosity sparked like fire in his yellow eyes as he looked on the opening of their pack. Secret, safe, and reeking of Caiaphas’ marking. A curling smirk turned his dark leathery lips upwards. Prowling forward, skull low to the earth, he neared the very threshold of their territory. Gluska thought for a moment to call the dark wench to where he stood, but decided against it at the last moment. It would be far more interesting to see if she happened upon him… or if someone else braved their borders.