Blacktail Deer Plateau Contribution

Grayday was sniffing around the borders, making sure there were no holes in the wall of their combined scent. It seemed secure enough - their marking wouldn't keep wolves out, but it would keep his conscience clear if they had to take out a tresspasser.

The leader let out a tired woof as he caught sight of Howl. Though their first interactions had been strained, Grayday had come to appreciate and rely on the other male.

"I think that's about as good as we can do," he said to the other male, brushing his nose over the other's muzzle in greeting. He smelled just as tired as Grayday was, but they couldn't rest just yet. "Have you eaten?" he asked, wondering if there was enough energy for a good hunt, between the two of them.