The Tangle We can sleep and see 'em coming

Close to Rusalka's borders. For @Tux and maybe 1-2 others!

He left the cliffs with the intention of mapping more of the beach below, but swung out into the taiga first in pursuit of a rabbit. He'd inflicted a surface wound on its flank, but in return, it left a long scrape along the side of his muzzle with its hind paw and escaped his hold. His chase had been half-hearted after that; it wasn't long before he turned back with a snort. There was a reason he wasn't a Hompleia. He was a good enough hunter to get by if he absolutely needed to, but not good enough to successfully feed the entire pack.

His gait was loose and easy as he approached the cliffs near Ankyra, where they veered off toward Drageda's claim. He hoped to go down and explore more of the caves, maybe mark a little further in today, but his plan was cut short the second he got close enough to smell the scent markers. He stopped dead in his tracks, tail bottle-brush and lashing. What the hell.

There hadn't been that many scents a mere day ago when he and Tux had gone down there. There hadn't been anything close to markers that were present now. Gritting his teeth, the young coywolf stepped back several long paces with his ears plastered back to his head. The fuck was this? Maybe it had been folly for him to believe that he and Tux could claim the beach for Drageda, but he never would have expected Eurycrates to gather more wolves to himself in such a short period of time.