Winter Month: 3 
Day 
Brimstone
Moose | Male | Forest Pack Warrior
The jaunt out to the edge of Forest Pack territory was leisurely as Moose had expected, little more than the rustle of wind playing in the bows and the occasional prey animal scrambling across the leaf-litter. Even so, his arrival at the perimeter offered a unique sense of purpose that spurred Moose's amble to a trot, eager to make his rounds.
Nose to the sky, Moose's somewhat-worse-than-average sense of smell still easily picked up the scent markers still fresh at the border, bold above notes of moss and forage. Leading by scent and memory, Moose set on his way down the wavering line, snout lowered to sweep the area with his gaze. The wind buffeted his back, helping little in his journey scent-wise while fluffing up his fur pleasantly and offering a small boost of speed to his paws. The border, or what he'd traveled so far, was perfectly average if only but to spite Moose's growing, lightly gnawing sense of boredom in the mundane of it all. Even so, mundane was better than chaos -- surely?
Nose to the sky, Moose's somewhat-worse-than-average sense of smell still easily picked up the scent markers still fresh at the border, bold above notes of moss and forage. Leading by scent and memory, Moose set on his way down the wavering line, snout lowered to sweep the area with his gaze. The wind buffeted his back, helping little in his journey scent-wise while fluffing up his fur pleasantly and offering a small boost of speed to his paws. The border, or what he'd traveled so far, was perfectly average if only but to spite Moose's growing, lightly gnawing sense of boredom in the mundane of it all. Even so, mundane was better than chaos -- surely?
