Haunted Wood shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather

santiago can’t keep me from the border, he muttered to himself, i’m big enough to patrol but not big enough to leave? guardian scoffed and shook his head, amused by the hypocrisy. why did everyone doubt him? he might have been young, but he could handle himself.. for the most part.

the gargoyle stopped a few steps from the territory’s edge to relieve himself (no one told him that the point of patrolling was marking one’s claim) when he noticed the strange shape of.. something beside their border. guardian called out — hey! — but must have been too far from earshot because no response came.

he finished his business and approached, body language as assertive as a child could seem, though his eyes were half-lidded with obvious apprehension. you.. okay? guardian asked. the smell of injury, of blood and sweat, became increasingly pungent as he closed in on the strange man. i, uh- what was he meant to do here?

this part of patrolling hadn’t come up before; guardian didn’t know what else he could do aside from howling for @Valour and waiting with the stranger for their warlord to appear.