One Lonely Beastie I Be

*Lionel* · 05-25-2017, 08:42 PM

Lionel was slowly beginning to crawl out of the hole he'd dug himself. The talk with his father had helped and he was beginning to realize he needed to move forward with his life. Besides, how could he be Heather's rock if he was falling to pieces himself. He had to be strong for his family and it'd been a while since he'd felt like he'd been productive. So he'd spent the majority of his day patrolling the border. With the snows beginning to pile up it'd taken longer than he'd expected and he was tired and wet by the time he finished. Hunting seemed out of the question, he was too tired, so he was just about to turn in for the night when a foreign scent caught his attention.

What was strange about it was it was a spot he'd patrolled earlier in the day and it definitely hadn't been there before. His nose wrinkled at the pack scent covering the masculine scent and he followed it. It was pack scent but it wasn't Fiori. His pace was quick as he tracked it to the falls and the sight that met him was confusing as well as something that he found angered him. Originally he would have taken what he assumed would be Leo's course of action - question the man to see if he was even aware that he was breaking the rules, but the man's actions clearly stated that he knew what he was doing. The fact that he was pissing in their river angered him. What on earth did he think he was doing?

"You need to leave, now." He gave the warning calmly enough, but his voice was stern as he approached and stopped a good five feet away. His tail and head were raised high and his muscles were taut as he stood his ground. He didn't want to get into a fight with the stranger but he wasn't about to let anyone traipse past Fiori's borders either thinking they could get away with it.

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