What's good for you.

He crept toward the borders. The ground was his cover, his dark body melding with it as perfectly as a wolf could hope. It was for this reason that he had waited until dusk to make a break for it, when his fair-coated sister would have stood out more but he merely became one with the darkness.

The young male huffed a sound through his throat and out into the world, ears twisting as the slight tip his head always seemed to have was exaggerated a bit. Something had been near. At first, he had wondered if a stray sibling or parent had followed him here. No, though, the sound disappeared with the same swiftness in which it had arrived.

He curled a contented smile about his lips and kept walking. To the borders, where the invisible wall of Them and Us existed. Where his parents peed to mark their landscape, something to which he wanted to contribute.

For surely Constantine's mark would scare away all foes.