Northstar Vale And pluck till time and times are done

Duskvale aspirants and/or pledges, maybe?

All her life, Saena subscribed to a militant, territorial way of thinking. It was ingrained in her by the parents she didn't remember, and maintained by her own style of leadership. Marking the borders was meant to keep intruders out. She'd aggressively faced and harassed any wolf that dared come too close to the borders of her home in the past, believing it to be like a wall to keep them out. But now that she had opened her mind to the base instincts within her, she saw it more as a sign post. "Beyond lies a pack".

She rounded the northern tip of the vale, squatting behind a tree as she went to mark another place. Soon enough, the entire vale would be doused in the combined scents of Saena and Warbone. She'd spent some time wandering on the outskirts and getting to know the surrounding area, and was content with the knowledge that there were no other packs in the immediate vicinity, but now was time to spend marking her own claim. Warbone had a major head start, but she would make the vale smell as much of her as it did of him in all due time.

She padded another hundred yards or so before squatting again to mark a lichen-encrusted stone.