Whitefish River Lover Come Back!

While he was here "helping" Ira with her patrols, he may as well help her mark around with his own odor, even if he can't tell whatever he does works, to begin with. Every now and then he'd bite a branch of a small tree or a brush, something, thinking saliva could be some kind of marker. 

Consider it already done. A cave sounded a little scary, anything could be in there, bats and cats were his main concern but maybe if he found a willing partner, they could sniff it out for him while he stood guard and watched the shadows. Maybe after we can have a little romantic stroll? He teased, once again, hoping to get something more out of the stoic as ever Ira.