It would not have taken long for her to find him, for Marsh's tracks were always strong and he never made any effort to hide his whereabouts. He needed to be easily locatable to all his packmates, after all, and any potential trespasser would benefit from the reminder that his scent would provide.

He had turned towards the sound of her approach, ears forward, and watched as she came to him and offered her respects. He accepted her presence without complaint, gently taking her muzzle in his own as affirmation of where they stood. It was a friendly ritual, one that spoke of his acceptance of her. She must know that he was pleased with her diligence; his actions spoke as loudly as her own.

He had been contemplating a hunt, and with the two of them... well, it was a nice opportunity to test her skills beyond sparring and defence of the borders, even if all they did was track. In his silent way he commanded her to follow, and together they made their way to the borders, where he stopped and stood for a moment, nose in the air. He was prepared to gesture for her to follow him once more when the nearby scent of a young male came to him, and he hesitated a moment longer, gauging its threat level. It was no strange thing to have wandered pass near the borders, but this was no totally strange scent, for he had noticed it lingering in this area for a few days. Not close enough to warrant concern (though he had made sure to patrol this area heavily) Marsh had let their lonely neighbour be, but perhaps now was a good time to investigate the boy who had set himself up so close by.

He glanced back at Cali, a wicked gleam in his eyes, and with a low, encouraging rumble in his chest, motioned them onwards. Crossing through the river with practised ease, he shook dry and then padded on, making to follow the direction that the young loner had gone - he was close, Marsh could sense it.

Her soft apology fell on deaf ears, for he was not precious about being splashed and had barely noticed. He had lived here far too long to care about a little water, after all. Subconsciously he shook again as he stalked, though the motion did not make it much past his shoulders, and then he was completely in business mode; that lingering scent needed to be investigated - and if necessary, dealt with.

Focused as he was, and as close as the boy was living, it did not take long to locate an extremely recent scent and follow it. He trusted Cali to be behind him, and spared not a glance to check on her as they moved.

The boy was rather careless, really, and it did not take long at all for the pair of Swift River wolves to catch up to him. Thin and obviously alone, it was confirmed that he was no threat, but when the yearling's instinct was to act defensively, Marsh decided that he would have no patience for the child; teeth bared and full dominant display offered, the boy decided that it was not worth it and decided to vacate the area himself. Almost instantly Marsh smoothed back to a more normal stature, snorting at the yearling's retreating rear, but the choice satisfied him. He would come here again later to make sure that their neighbour had gone for good.

Now they could get on with it. Licking his lips, he finally looked back to Cali, his manner casual, as if all of this was nothing to him - which it was not, really. Chasing away potential troublemakers was all a part of the deal. Now he was hungry, and fancied something fresh.