Tuktu Weir Wearing a warning sign

Célnes was diligant in patrolling, she felt the scent all around must be kept firm, especially by the lake. It was so large and cut through the forest, that she felt some stray wolf would wander around and cross within- a huge reason they marked the large body of water. Some may laugh as they claim so, but it only felt natural as it loomed too closely to their homeland.

Two bodies of water hung closely to the forest, the weir and the creek, splitting inside of their homeland. Even the elk would visit the water sources, and thankfully so she knew Kingslend would not have to worry about a drought. It was even laughable to think of one when months ago the rain never seemed to end...

Escaping from a fire only to enter a flash flood, as Célnes vaguely remembered Whitebark Stream's demise, and she picked up the pieces that were. Sadly though not all were, as the Alpha's disappeared outside, and Taikon's trail simply dispersed. At least she gained a guard, and a few children along the way. The thought brought but a smile to her face, as the King patrolled.