She padded around the border with ease, a soft of confidence in her step and her tail arched delicately. After their cache incident she had decided to patrol the border with more...moxie than before in case any loners were trying to get any ideas. The thought made her muscles ache for a fight. Granted she had the scars and half-blind condition to remind her to pick her fights wisely. Although perhaps they would also ward off any threats. She had not let her lacking sight hinder her.
The Cove leader halted and brushed her form against a stale scented tree. Every last marker would need to be fresh to keep up with her new, higher standards.