Noctisardor Bypass blackwater

@Tsu'tseya

by noon, blackfell has long since departed from uktark's side and begun a slow amble back towards the center of the bypass. characteristically a busy body, he sets out for his second patrol of the day, seeking to cover the eastern most part of the territory.

many faces he is yet to meet, but none interest him more than the yearling his cousin spoke of. a rare thing for uktark to be fond of anything outside of women or the pursuit of legacy—a thought which is half a jest.

the blackbird begins to range up a long length of mountainous spine, large paws scaling with an ease bred into him from a long line of mountain dwelling, northern bred wolves.

he scents at the air with parting jaws. if he doesn't find the yearling by the end of his rounds, he would head back into the dense of the hunting grounds and find something to bring to morwenna.