Dragoncrest Cliffs My jumpsuit is on steady

It was dark, and the cold air clung to his hair as he moved along the borders on his nightly patrol, white puffs air leaving his mouth every time he released a breath. Occasionally, East stopped to rub against a tree or a bush, making sure to leave his scent near the borders as a warning to any potential intruders or loners that wandered too close. Trained eyes scanned the area around him, searching for anything out of place as he continued his silent, quick pace along the edge of the territory. His mind wandered occasionally to one thing or another until some sound or movement briefly caught his attention, always bringing him back to the present. 

Once in the forest, he moved through the giant redwoods, leaving his scent there too as he continued his patrol, searching for anything to distract his busy mind.