No Place for a Bitter Man

It was early evening and Frith would make his last pass around Threar's borders for the day. Everything had checked out so far, nothing out of place, no strange scents too close to the border. He'd taken note of the other wild life he'd seen on his trip, a couple of ocean otters on the beach, a crane making his way to the trees for the night. As the sun drew lower to the horizon he'd even see the bats as they started to take flight for the evening. More than one raccoon had passed by him, and he'd given chase both times. He never got tired of seeing them waddle/run up their trees. He was in a good mood, his worries were relatively quiet. As the moon made its way above his head Frith would walk in silence, completely content. Soon though he'd make his way back to his den with Novella and start thinking about the day ahead.