Golden Glade Its not the size of the dog in the fight, but the size of the fight in the dog

A thread as promised @Goliath XD

The heat.

That was all she could think about as she trudged along the border. It was by the fault of her winter pelt refusing to shed that had her nearly burning up. Yet it was also the suns fault, for parting the clouds with its rays on this spring day. These pesky thoughts were cast aside as she gave way to her more feral instincts, those that felt the need to claim what belonged to her pack. 

She prowled steadily along the territory line, marking as she went. She only paused briefly to stand under the shade of their trees before heading out again. She was tense, knowing that a pack lie nearby along with the burst of loners that swept through the Wilds. Her sunset eyes scoured the land, analyzing each track and print and tucking the knowledge away for later useage. She would contribute to the pack, but how, that was what she did not know.