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Scout dem 1/3
For some time Askan had assumed that the coyote issue was exclusive to Secret Falls, that for some reason or another they had decided to amass so close to his home, a pack that was anything but weak and struggling. But why though? It just didn't make a lick of sense, it wasn't as if the mutts were flinging themselves at their borders day in day out, like waves crashing against a shore line. Aside from a couple of incidents beyond the Edge's territory- of which resulted in a few stern words aimed at his subordinates- things were okay. Not great, but not terrible. Just annoying and frustrating, which actually-scratch that. Things were shit. Askan would scruff each and every coyote if he could, bite down hard till he tasted their blood on his tongue. But....there were an awful lot of coyotes around these days. He liked a challenge, saw himself as unshakeable, able to do pretty much anything (except fishing) if he put his mind to it, but even he knew it would be a waste of his time and effort.
If he wanted the pests gone then he'd have to take another approach, force them to move somewhere else. Just not north, or even south for that matter,because even Askan wasn't that much of a douchebag.
Though @Reyes had made his distaste for this little scouting trip known-often and quite loudly, with an espangly curse or two thrown in for good measure- Askan paid little heed. Reyes could bitch and moan as much as he liked, this needed to be done. First and foremost, Askan needed to know how far the mutt's reach had spread and two, maybe he was a little, teeny wheeny bit worried about Driftwood Surge. From all the scents that had clung to Lach's pelt the last time they'd spoken it was pretty obvious his pack was doing well, plenty of able bodies and all that. But quite a few of them had smelled young, inexperienced. Not the sort of wolves you wanted, rather needed, when or if shit hit the fan.
And so, Askan continued north-west. He didn't know the exact location of Lach's pack but he knew he'd smell it when he got close enough, for now he let the shadow of the mountains be his guide. Slowing a trot, Askan let out a long, if not brusque huff. He was bored out of his mind, this- you know, rather than his blatantly obvious lack of manners- was why he could never be a scout. It was all so dull, moving from point a to b with nothing in between. He half wanted someone to try and jump his arse, only to break up the monotony of his day.