The Archer Lyall figured the best way to get himself well-known was to start patrolling areas more. If he got his scent around and learned the place it wouldn't be too hard to let others know there was a new member to the Hollow. While he'd didn't stick around the pack den much he did make his presence known to Veho and Nineva.
He preferred to spend time weaving between the trees, though, or even climbing the fallen ones. Deacon had certainly never been one to be graceful in actions but, he still found it fun to maneuver on the fallen trees. So weaving through trees he had gone. His dark form making way towards the borders. Not looking for anyone or anything in particular. Some company would have been appreciated but the young lad knew everyone had something to do.
The borders were marked with the scents of those within the pack. He couldn't really tell who was who but it was appreciated to know the place could be kept safe. He wondered though who were the faces he should be calling family? While Nineva had given him a good little handful of names he had only met one of them (Veho, of course). Almost out of curiosity to if anyone else was around the borders he gave out a low Woof. Keeping a neutral and friendly position, his eyes looked out waiting to see if anything would appear.