Wolfhive had been itching to get back into things, following an unforeseen bout of sickness that left him out of sorts. He wasn't 100% at this point, but was so tired of doing nothing he felt he
needed to.
So here he was, tail swishing and ears perked as he neared the river with Redhawk. He'd ask her to join him mostly because he liked her company, but having a healthier set of paws in case things went admis didn't hurt either.
"The border's been marked recently," he murmured, mostly just thoughtfully.
"What do you think they're up to? They're not normally this quiet." Sticking to themselves, keeping up the borders -- something smelled
fishy.
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