Emberwood bits n pianos

Now that he knew the forest was edged with softwood trees, it made the pack's border ridiculously easy to find and mark. Anything within the band of evergreen was theirs, anything outside of it was neutral. They were still a small band of wolves, and it took little time for nature to mask the scents they left behind, but he put a good amount of his own time into trying to mark the borders again before the scent faded with the falling snow. 

A dark figure caught his attention in the distance and surprised him. He uttered a soft 'boof' as he lifted his head to stare through the trees. He squinted, and sniffed the breeze before he shouted. 

"OH HEY, COCK-HOLE!" The kid had called himself that exactly once, that Bronco knew of- but he was never going to let him live that down.