The trio immediately headed towards the borders to ensure all was secure after Nineva issued their orders. With the current infestation of coyotes, it was the highest on Yuka's list of concerns. The trained assassin felt no need to say as much to his two companions, it had become plenty apparent to them starting on their journey to their new home. The Thorben did not want the soon-to-be mother to be under any stress. The more secure and safe the borders were, the more protected Nineva would feel. Thus far, on their journey along their borders, there not been any enemy movement. While the russet-hued man would not have minded sinking his claws into a yote, there was a comfort in knowing that for a least this point in time, Nineva and the rest of the pack were safe.

They had yet to run into any trouble. It was for the best, with Nineva birthing, but Yuka would not have minded a little bloodshed - not that he would have willingly admitted that to anyone. The trio moved silently along the borders, vigilent in their patrol. While the Thorben did not know the men he was working with, he trusted Nineva to send him with hardworking, trustworthy wolves. The creamy man's russet-hued ear flicked when one of them broke the silence. Amber teal-flecked ears flickered over to the handsome man, with hazel eyes before focusing back in front of him. When he spoke, his voice was gruff, "Indeed. Ideally, we won't face any problems. Hopefully, these coyotes grow a pair of brains and leave these lands for good." Ears perked forward on the alert for any movement. With the three of them, Yuka felt confident that nothing would cross their borders.

The Left Hand thought this might turn out alright but then he heard the dreaded, get to know each other a bit more. While that was certainly something Yuka might attempt in his later says in the pack, he had no desire to start now. He was a private man, preferred to keep to himself and pack life was something that never really suited him. The man - Aytigin - just kept going though. The only thing that kept Yuka tied with them was the repetitive lift of his leg to mark the borders and the vigilant sweep of his gaze to ensure that no coyotes were roaming about. In response to his question, the creamy russet-hued man's response was gruff, "Yep. Yuka Thorben, guardian, of sorts." He did not stop in his stride, did not bother looking at the dark attractive man as they continued on their patrol because he really didn't care what he had to say and he was sure talking a lot.