Wapun Meadow it isn't about the stuff

In the Meadow, there weren't quite as many things that belonged to other wolves as in the pack. Charles sniffed around to look for things that he could make his. Clumsily he tried to pee with lifting a leg rather than squatting, a fairly new feat for him and still a little wobbly. A rock, a patch of snow, the bark of a tree. All his now. But it wasn't really challenging unless it was someone else's first. He could claim the entire world but what would that bring him? Just a lot of stuff. And it wasn't about the stuff. It was never about the stuff.

Finally Charles picked up on another wolf scent. He felt excitement thrum in his body as he smelled a large rock out in the open field that smelled like some other wolf had claimed it! While nervously licking his lips Charles sniffed the rock excessively with his tail raised up and then got into position to lift his leg. He lifted his leg and looked back just to make sure he was peeing on the exact right rock, while his gaze shifted around anxiously just in case the wolf to whom the rock belonged showed up.