Blacktail Deer Plateau Trips and dips and daisies

Ash Paw didn't want the dreadfather to think she wouldn't live up to her end of the bargain. She was willing to step into a position to help him. He would be leader, she would help where she could. It gave her a place to settle and he was at the very least tolerant of her gods. 

So with dainty pawstep she traced her footfalls through his trails. Leaving her own mark on the plateau. She sniffed and snuffled, following the trail of herbs and plants, being sure to mark them in a mental map upon her mind. She would remember to scratch it into a wall, when she got back to her own den, a crude map of where they were making a home.

She squatted at the border, then tore claws along the ground and brushed fur against trees and rocks.