Vidarr wandered through the oaks along the border adding his own scent to the mixture. It was the only thing that he felt full confidence about doing without injuring himself. Hunting usually ended in him spraining a paw or ankle. Though he did find fishing to be a fun activity. Guarding a border in his opinion was a much easier duty. Normally he just trod around the borders fluffing out his chest in a comical way, though he thought it made him look bigger and scarier, then set his mark all over the trees and roots. Vidarr was unsure of what he would do if he found a loner at the border though.
The young wolf had not really seen his pack mates around either. Or maybe they just avoided him. This bothered the white wolf often enough that he actually tried to stay in the den for a while to see other wolves, but for some reason they didn't come around. Who knows? Maybe he was sitting in the wrong den. Maybe they all slept someplace else. Or again, maybe they were avoiding him like the plague. The few times he'd seen some of the wolves had all been at a distance. He didn't know anyone's name yet, spare for the lovely queen lady who had accepted him.
From the five wolves he had seen and smelled at a distance Vidarr had come to the conclusion that this pack was made up primarily of black wolves. This was very much unlike his own family that had been mostly white and gray wolves. The lean wolf wondered if maybe they just didn't like his white coat. Maybe it makes them all jealous? That thought had made the white wolf stop while on duty and look over his coat. Determined to be noticed by someone he wandered over to a patch of mud and began rolling in it. Having an artistic mind made Veed angry when he stood back up and saw small patches of white fur still sticking up out of the heavy uncomfortable mud. He continued to roll around in the murky brown and black liquid until he was thoroughly and completely a brownish black mud covered wolf.
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