Morning, Sunny, 70°
As the yellow orb of the sun crested the trees, sleep shoved its blankets off the grey guardian. Blinking rapidly to reawaken his vision, the man stood and allowed himself a long, satisfying stretch. A new day had arrived, and it was time to get to work. Summer seemed to have come quickly upon them, like a wolf which stays well hidden until it leaps from its cover to defeat its prey.
His first, and in many cases only, order for the day was to guard the borders. Today, though, Regem wanted to put a foot outside the borders to investigate a bear scent he'd found yesterday. To explore it in the dark would have been a poor choice, so he had decided to leave that until today. Now he set a brisk pace toward the borders. Looking around, Regem took in again the sight of the blackberry bushes, which although could be thorny and tough, held wonderfully sweet fruits which were abundant at some times of the year.
Before long, the man had come across the extremely well marked borders of his pack's territory. With a deep sniff, he knew no one had remarked the borders since his early morning excursion a few hours ago.
Contented, the stony guard began to remark everything he came across. After about an hour, he had gone a fair portion of the way around the borders, and the sun had now completely risen. Thirsty and tired, he stepped over the border by a few paces to drink quickly from a tiny stream.
As Regem lifted his head, his golden amber eyes surveyed the trees around him. A peculiar feeling had come over him, as if he were the focus of someone's attention, but he shrugged it off and returned to within the borders.