Ranger

@kove

The mans paws took him far and wide. Today, it seemed, he had stumbled towards a packland. Mindful of the border, the man stood a few feet back from it. There he studied the layout before him. The eaves of the trees towered above them, silent and dark. His sea green eyes peered into the gloom. It didn't look populated but his nose told him otherwise.

Hmm, he thought, lips pursed in the chill air. What to do?

Well he could follow the edge of the territory until he found someone. Even if no one appeared he could probably garner some information about its depths from his patrol around the edge. With that the still creature moved, ghosting along about three meters from the border