Threat Check

Walk | Talk | Think

It had been some time since Rune had ventured beyond his pack's borders to inspect the territories that neighbored his home. With his next litter of puppies due any day and his little mate ready to pop, he had been reluctant to go too far and had stayed close, setting aside those other responsibilities for later when he felt more at ease with the idea. Finally those new little bundles had been welcomed into the world, finally Alamea was resting again, and that meant the waiting game was over. He wanted very much to stay there with them, to be as near as he could to watch and protect them by being at their side, but checking for threats beyond his home lands was just as important as keeping the nosy creatures of the Fern Gulley away from his mate's den.

Trusting his family and pack to keep each other safe, he left the pack lands heading north. Swamps and caves were avoided as he stuck to the more forested sections of the southern region, his calculating, frosty blue gaze alert and searching for any troubles that might be lingering too close for comfort. Aside from the family that had moved in to the south of his, Rune knew nothing of his other pack neighbors and nothing of any other rogues who might have staked a claim nearby. But the quiet was reassuring. He felt himself beginning to relax a little as he wandered, starting to think that when he returned home he would have nothing but assurances to ease the minds of his family, his pack, and himself. It made his trek as he neared the roaring Rio Grande almost enjoyable, but his quick, precise pace never wavered. No matter that he wanted to be sure what surrounded his family was safe, he was still eager to get back to them.