@implimm // @Blissie Bliss
Deweyes turned away from the other two members of her patrol as Sassafrasfire question Marigoldpaw’s knowledge of border marking. The pale warrior had no wish to interrupt any training nor a need to hover nearby. In fact, she rather enjoyed the oddly silent nature of their patrol so far and preferred to set off ahead a ways to give Sassafrasfire some space to train their apprentice and to speed the patrol up. The sooner the border was marked, the sooner Deweyes could set off on her own or with Ternsky for a secluded hunt.
The senior warrior easily stayed within the boundary line; the scent was so strong as to nearly be visible to her and she padded parallel to the line, adding her own here and there. The scent wall actually blinded her sensitive nose for the first few moments until she grew accustomed, something that caused the warrior some worry since it left her momentarily limited to hearing and feeling the earth’s vibrations, but she was confident enough that nothing nearby planned on attacking her in the few moments while her nose adjusted. That worry grew stronger as her nose finally did adjust, however, and a new scent drifted to her from the Windclan moors. Deweyes was old enough and had a strong enough sense of smell to immediately recognize coyote. Her pale fur bristled and her claws unsheathes reflexively, but Deweyes forced herself to relax as she tasted the air again and found the scent distant and stale. Even so, the molly turned immediately to return to the others and gravely warned Sassafrasfire in case they hadn’t yet smelled it, “Coyotes. Distant, but there.”