Living On The Wind

Harbringr resisted telling the colorful woman how he marked his way when exploring. He just lifted a leg and let it rip. No better way to mark a trail in his opinion though he supposed it wasn't exactly subtle. However, he wasn't really the spy type and couldn't think of a reason he'd need to mask his presence anywhere.

The cave woman introduced herself as Thistle and explained that she wasn't necessarily an explorer per se. He wasn't used to individual wolves claiming territories but he suddenly felt as if he'd intruded into the woman's home. Ah well, too late now. Besides, he didn't intend to stay all that long since he'd just been nosing about in the first place. Though at the mention of other kinds of markers he had to admit he was intrigued. "I don't suppose you'd be interested in demonstrating some of these techniques? I'd be up for a trade to make it worth your while. I don't have anything on me now but I can offer an assortment of hides and meat or if you wish for immediate payment I'm happy to help with a hunt or other physical task."