Redtail Rise Then she'll carelessly cut you

Home at last. Relic had missed the familiarity of the rise and was happy to be back on native soil. What he was less than pleased with was the absence of the scent of their own on the borders. Replaced with the tang of Sapphique, but all in good intention. The growing boy huffed his annoyance, setting to promptly douse the markers in urine. Reinforcing them with the only true, proper scent that should ever belong.

Time had hardened him. Shaped him. Travel and battle skirmishes found his skin nicked with a peppering of small cuts or gashes, just below the line of his fur. His winter coat had grown in completely, retaining some of it's adolescence raggedness yet. While he matured, growing more primal, the burnt ridge along his nape took on a wild, razored look. Yet to fill out completely, his tail showed signs of being much the same.

He was finishing his rounds when he heard a commotion near the stream he knew so well. The sound of bodies colliding and jaws snapping. The scent of his own and vermin. Coyote. 

This was no time for a ritualized greeting. Lilia was tangled in conflict. Red eyes hard, Relic stalked close until he was within striking distance of the coyote. He positioned himself behind it and aimed for it's hindquarters. Whether or not he hit his mark, with all the flailing going on, could be tricky.