Gen figured he should put himself to good use. He had given his word to Gent when he joined so it'd be rather rude of him to not at least try and show he meant what he said. So he woke up and trudged out into the snow. It piled up on him as he made a little trail through it. Anyone who followed after quickly wouldn't have a hard time seeing he was heading to the borders.
The scent markers weren't heard to miss. While he didn't intend on marking them he knew it wouldn't hurt to leave his scent around. Perhaps brush on a tree or two to remind hungry loners this was a pack of many. So off he went, gently rubbing on the trees here and there. His eyes peeled for any trouble on the horizon. He figured anything that might cause severe trouble would be smart enough to stay in their den during this snow. Besides, wouldn't something that wanted to cause trouble not want the hassle of fighting in snow? It was always so slippery and usually resulted in both parties losing.
Silently he kept his thoughts to himself as his large form moved through the snow. He wondered if he might bump into anyone else out here. He already met the child Lucia, who wasn't too bad in his book. Now he wanted to know if they all would be like her.