Since the birth of Inna's pups, Mace had spent a good amount of time in the vicinity of the Baranski's den, filling the role he'd promised when he joined the pack. His priority was serving as a protector for Maksim's legacy. That was where he might have remained if he was only beholden to the raven haired she-wolf, but the reality was that he now served an entire pack of wolves. With that in mind, the Attaya set out for the edge of the pack territory after dropping a fresh killed rabbit in the hollow that served as Inna's entryway.
The mid-morning sun was shrouded only by the regrowth in the canopy, and it was warmer than it had been in weeks. A gentle breeze snaked through the gaps between towering sequoias. A lazy and pleased grin pulled across Mace's lips as he dove through a patch of undergrowth and emerged where the scent of the pack was most strongly concentrated. He rooted around the forest floor with his nose momentarily, snorting as he went and familiarizing himself with the aroma of the typical border markers.
Soon enough, his scent would join theirs as a permanent fixture. The Attaya took several steps to the left, doubled back to the right, and finally selected a spot to begin. Lifting his leg marginally so as not to give any onlooker the impression of authority, Mace left a wet spot on a clutch of rocks near the base of a tree, then began loping northwest along the scattered scent line.