The clique had been wandering southeast for three days. It was pretty uneventful. That is, until they reached a strange patch of ground…
"What is it?" asked Sapphiralun in awe. The ground was smooth and black, with a broken, fading, yellow line on it. Every few meters there was a tall post with a shiny stone on either side of it. "It looks like a path. HEY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" barked Giomax.
"Marking territory!" replied Gryphe, setting his leg back down. "I'm the leader here, and I say when we mark territory! And furthermore, only I may do it," argued Giomax snobbishly.
"Says who? This isn't your quest! If anyone should lead it, it should be Gryphe or me!" retorted Jokvethar. Giomax lunged at Jokvethar, and locked onto his back. Jokvethar back flipped, twisting Giomax's head away, though it cost him a patch of fur. The wolves grappled with each other until Sapphiralun put an end to it.
"Stop it! Gryphe has just discovered something," she yelled, gesturing to the Eagle-Wolf who was perched on a rock.
"Um, there's a weird bunch of colors ahead on the horizon. If we continue along this path, it should only take about a day if we pick up the pace. But of course, I have help," he said, fluttering his wings leisurely.
"Shut up."