Life in the fast lane

Dómari set about patrolling the borders as the winter morning dawned bright, clear and unseasonably warm. For a moment it almost felt like spring but a chillier wind drifted down from the north, a gentle reminder that winter still had yet to get into full swing. His wounds were healing well, the gashes on his forehead were still red and sore but they'd closed well and it seemed he'd be lucky enough to get off without any permanent scarring.

The raid had been something of a wake-up call. Celestial was a large pack, he'd never have guessed that they'd be considered a target for something like that but he supposed Talis was also good sized. They were enemies now in his mind. Anxiety had been gnawing at his gut for awhile now as he took to obsessively patrolling the borders. So far though, everything was quiet. There were never any incidents or anything to report.

He'd just finished his circuit when he heard the call of one of the younger members of the pack. He didn't recognize the voice and thankfully the call didn't seem distressed but he moved to answer right away. He arrived to see a brightly colored yearling. "Oh, hello there. I'm Dómari, do you need something?"