Hideaway Strath highwaymen

She had rested, been sheltered, been fed and now it was her time to return the favor. Her form weaseled from the heart of the pack to the outskirts. By this point in her life she was familiar with patrols. Or she had at least seen adults do them before. She aimed to give it a go herself.

The Quark moved about with the occasional stop as she marked where others had before. It seemed like easy enough work. Although that meant she was bound to get bored of it sometime soon. Or perhaps distracted...