Carnifex in comparison was growing more and more comfortable in Seiiki by the day, comforted by his patrols, by how his route along the border was beginning to flatten into a true path around their lands. One day it will be worn down to dirt, it's lush grasses trampled down like a prey trail, a visual marker of the border to go along with his scent markings.

He could smell another on the winds, but their scent was familiar, giving him no reason to rush as he prowled with his ears on swivel.

Nothing was out of the ordinary, and when he saw the wolf on the log up ahead he chuffed out a greeting as he approached. What was she doing up there? Did it help her see further, or something? His gaze drifted towards where she was looking, just in case.