Silver Creek no one's controlling me

marking borders for formation threads

the pale snake moved along the edges of the territory and stopped where he could to mark their claim. his eyes swept across the area surrounding the creek with some disdain. grayson couldn’t even explore… he couldn’t even have looked further than the first area that they’d entered. man, he really wished his brother wasn’t so fucking quick to make a decision. the cold had gotten to him, and he wasn’t a fan of the water being so close. harrison had done what he could to make a den for himself nearer to the forest, but he knew that it was a disservice to be that far away from the women.
 
with a few snorts and a grimace, the snake prowled along the edge of their lands and released what he had left in his bladder onto the ground. once he’d emptied the tank, he turned toward the creek with the intent to fill back up and began making his way toward it.