Breaking Ways

The Warlord heard the sound of Resin call for him. She was, and always would be, a part of his family. He would never hesitate to share his time with her. He gave a last, quick look past the border, frowning at the scent of coyotes. He could take out a team to deal with them later, if they were getting brazen once more. For now, his scent at the border would serve as a warning to them.

He fell into an easy lope, swallowing the ground beneath him as he found where Resin was waiting for him. He brushed towards her, kissing her cheek, and spreading the scent of pack onto her coat. As was his customary greeting these days. “Resin” he said in greeting/