The weather tantalized him. He knew spring was near, but with every melted patch of snow, overnight frost would consume it the next day. The only thing Miccah wanted was for spring to come. Their were memories he wanted to forget, for them to become a distant haze at the back of his mind. This ever-constant winter eluded him of that.
This day Miccah could be found where he was every day, on the borders. Nothing really could take him off of them, except his alphas of course, or if he needed a small break. Though, those were rare. He hated the idea that one day he would take a break off the borders, and tragedy would fall on them all. And all just because of a small little break. Shaking himself out of his morbid thoughts, he bent his muzzle. Strong scents of Nina and Hollow wafted through his nose as he took in the scents on the border. And of course himself. The others were there as well, strong too. Loners would definitely be aware that a pack resided, for their markers were strong.
His mind drifted to the day he had scented a lynx on their borders. And apparently he wasn't the only one. What was her name again? Aideen? Ah, yes, that was her name. A small, quirky thing she was. But clearly she knew how to handle herslef, for she had proved it when they had cornered the lynx. An amused smile in remembrance of those events coursed through his mind as he continued to leave his mark on his beloved borders.
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