Hideaway Strath Watch me dancing

Artok stood and shook his pelt free of debris and bugs and whatever else had fallen on him while he slept. He hadn't dug a den, probably wouldn't he always had preferred being outside as it were. He stretched his entire body and then slowly worked his right shoulder and leg with some more easy stretches, when the tightness finally dissipated enough that he could walk, he started towards the pack borders. 

He had been a warden before and he would attempt to be again. A Small payment to the wolf Fury for allowing him entry. She had said herself they had enemies, well he was determined to be at the borders if that were the case. Though he limped, he moved with more speed than most would have thought of him, and he was fine with that. He sometimes would use the limp to his advantage when he needed to attack stealthily, but that felt dishonorable so that wasn't often.

He lifted a leg at the borders to add his own scent.