Sex: MaleSince making up his mind about having a word with Taima Lyall, the so-called mate of Datura Aquila, Mapplethorpe had attempted to seek out gaps in his routinely agenda. On a day like this one, however, with the scent of foxes heavy in the air, the Advisor had no choice but to fully every inch of the borders he now constantly upheld. With @Aponi, @Nova, and now @Mercy at the heart of his network of passageways and trails, the only way to calm the uneasiness that came with the presence of minor rivals, was to scour the edges of Naira's territory and ensure that it was free of vermin. With the arrival of spring and an honorable promotion in light of @Rhysis' absence, Mapplethorpe seized the opportunity to make his mark as the highest ranking male within Nomad's Pass. Prowling down from the slope that lead up through the Pass, he sauntered along the edges of the Secluded Spring after realizing that he had avoided the place for far too long. The last time he had been here, he had been a feral sort of man - a wolf so fine-tuned into his natural instincts and only a touch of what he had been taught of language and pack etiquette - and he had successfully warded some young and foolish girl away from what he considered his most precious personal space.
Moving away from the edges of the pool, he came to break through the verdant trees to discover the most peculiar monument that he had not seen before. A very sizable and surely unique boulder stood in the middle of a small clearing; his eyes swept over the landmark with awe. Had he been years younger than he was now, more energetic and sprightly, he probably would have attempted to scale the stone after eyeing what seemed like two feasible steps along the sides of it. The gray and silver hairs that had started to emerge along his chin, jawline, and muzzle - what he had seen on the wolf who had stared back at him in the reflection of the Spring's surface, reminded him that even trying such a thing was not appropriate to a man of his stature and age. As he was, he circled around it then, just to assert his status as a regular visitor to the area, bowed his head and angled it in such a way as to allow the scent glands behind his ears rub up against the cold surface.
He marked it twice, once with his right side and once with his left, daring to also press his paws into it just to experience the sight on a tactile level. It might have been considered merely "a pebble" in regards to the mountain he lived upon and reigned over, but up close it was a curious thing to behold; and, in uncovering such a new beacon on the mental map of his mind, he sidled up to the side of Pedestal Rock, allowing himself a moment to rest while waiting until it was absolutely necessary to return to his post by @Naira's den.
