The loud cries of geese flying above him made him pause, ears perked as he looked up to the skies. That was right, it was about time for the noisy fuckers to go wherever they went during winter. And Dread was for it. He hated geese. They were loud, obnoxious and an angry male certainly hadn't chased him once, as a pup...
Shaking his head, the large male went back to his patrol, marking sure to strengthen any weakened marks he came across and keeping and eye out for anything out of the ordinary. Which part of him hoped that something did happen, so he'd have something to do. But that was the nature of patrols, he thought. Most of the time, nothing really happened.