Ravensblood Forest Patient In The Flames

Vagabond rushed through his patrol, each day marking the next tree in an effort to make their territory stronger. He would wear grooves with his claws in others. He no longer stopped to rest. He would of course quench his thirst at the river when he needed to, but that was all. He knew if he were to ever have time for his offensive training he'd need to save every spare bit of time possible. But he would never neglect to scan for any sign of intruders. He was on their northern border now, a hotspot for intruders. His nose lifted to the air, checking for any scents that were out of the ordinary.