Qeya River what's the word, captain?

She felt his hesitance, and prepared herself to have to fight for the item she'd declared as her property. But Prophet had a fondness for her, and the determination set in her features seemed to have convinced him to allow her this one souvenir. It was just as well- she might've launched a fit if he'd tried to take it from her. 

She was an obedient pupil, however, and with a deft nod she set about raking her claws against the hard earth, scuffing it with her hind feet, and squatting to leave more scent markings in the areas that the other wolves had seemed to settle into the most. If they came back looking for their densite, they would find the warning signs. When questioned, she sent a cold look to her guardian, and nodded sharply.