Neverwinter Forest The Last Stage

Another lookin' for packmates ideally!

The weather had cleared a little, and it drew Mal towards the edge of the territory.  He moved without a rush, knowing that the job of repairing the weather-worn holes in the invisible scent fence of their claim would be an ongoing process.  If he rushed to do it, he'd wear himself out, so he figured it'd be best to take his time, make sure it was done right, to make sure others were doing similarly, and all would be well.

That train of thought lead to a visibly calm attitude, and that plus his well-groomed coat probably made him actually look a bit like a proper leader instead of just some angry punk who thought he could do better than everyone.  Well, he was still pretty sure he was better than a lot of people out there, but the morning light wasn't somehow magical enough to dredge that fact up.  Some thoughts, after all, were his own and nobody else's.

There was no saying that the walk to the borders and said tending of the borders was gonna be all that entertaining on his own though.  It was a chore that needed to be done.  Maybe he'd cross paths with another -- and if not, he'd go hunt 'em down after.