Hideaway Strath Feeling safe with your love song

Tagging @Padma

The Grandmaster is padding towards the mouth of this beautiful little hideaway in the mountains. He’s there to mark his scent along the borders, to make it unmistakable that the Saints live here. Oh they’ll find out eventually and it will be with teeth and blood at his expense. But not his blood, a strangers or perhaps one of his long lost enemies. Still, mark the borders he will.

His large paws thump along the grass, occasionally the tap of his claws upon rock will sound as he strides alongside the rushing river that flows through the land. Not wasting any time, he brushes his side along a miscellaneous tree and releases himself. He trots another few meters and does the same thing. It seems male dogs never run out of pee and it shows as he continues on down the river. Meandering along minding his own business. Little did he know he probably isn’t alone.