Sun Mote Copse this tea is piping

A call on the border.  Colt had been headed to take a break after marking, but as soon as he heard it, he pivoted with a small sigh and began to jog back out.

It was quickly becoming clear to him why Elwood and Finley hadn't wanted the spot, and while he didn't like to make it apparent, his years weren't any shorter.  He hadn't expected leadership to be so much more 'go go go' than simple membership, but it was his own damn fault he was here, wasn't it?  

And honestly.... he didn't hate it.  He was tired as hell, but he was proud too.

Hey, stranger.  What's shakin? Colt greeted him with a smile.  Name's Colt, and these fine borders are mine.  Lookin for something?  Hopefully to join, because holy hell they needed some adults here.