Golden Glade On the road again.

There wasn't much more to be done. The ebonywoods were on their own again. Trying to figure out where they fit. It wasn't entirely something Reyson wasn't used too. But it had been sometime. Since he had come to the teekon since they had been on their own. So many faces gone. Dispersed.

He shifted and began to walk. Keeping a weather eye on his family. He had a brief moment of respite a d he chose to explore. After all if you were stuck roving. Then seek.

The sharp crack of the neck of the hare disturbed the silence. With winter about and prey scarce, every catch was all the more important. A growing pack needed to ensure survival in the toughest season and their cache needed to grow before a winter storm set in. So when she could, she would hunt. Her obsidian pelt seemed so out of place of the snowy landscape but she had begun to find the meaning of peace.

Markers placed, a new addition to the cache, what else is on my to do list,she thought to herself as she slunk through the shadows. But she couldn't answer the question as she caught the scent of another.

I am not alone.

Retreating to the shadows, her kill still hanging in her mouth she begun to investigate where the foreign scent came from until she stopped in her tracks, seeing the red coat against a canvas of white.

Reyson realized too late he had crossed a boundary. The scents not yet strong enough to completely deter. Especially a man with too much on his mind. So he backpedaled quick as you please. Swinging large body in a graceful arc and booking it towards thr border line.

The last thing he needed was one or many taking a chunk out of his hide. Meadow would kill him. He finally made it to the edge and stood there. Returning his hesrt rate to normal where it was safe and he was free of piss lines.