Blacktail Deer Plateau she'd kick you out

the morning is early, the sun having not even risen in the sky when ingram wakes with a small start and heads to the developing borders. physical borders of the plateau itself offer a decent outline and ingram pauses every so often as he walks them to mark territory.

it is routine, this patrolling ...and one that the dreadfather settles into readily. easily.

the fog is thick and heavy in the air where the treeline thins and his steps become slower; more alert and guarded even. sound is different when swallowed and redistributed by fog and the moonbeams barely slice through it.

he pauses along a stretch of border, taking in the scents before lifting his leg to reinforce it.