The morning call of a bird roused the tired Brisk. It was too early in the morning for his liking, but he had to head out on the morning patrol. The sun had not risen as Brisk walked out of his den, but Blix had. "Morning Blix." Said Brisk somewhat groggily. Without returning the greeting, Blix said "I want you and Scar out on the morning patrol. Scar is saying goodbye to Frost, and his pups." He is favoring his back left hoof, Brisk noticed as Blix walked away. "What are you watching?" Scar asked as he noticed his friend staring off into the distance. "Oh, it's nothing; did Blix tell you where we are patrolling?" Brisk asked, trying to change the subject. It worked because Scar responded with "Yes we are heading into the southern grassland" With that the twosome started the walk. "Careful," Scar warned "The mud isn't firm enough yet to walk across, very easy to fall in especially if you are you." Scar smiled as he got the intended growl from Brisk. "You just can't let it go, that you were able to leap over it, and I fell in can you?" Brisk snapped. "Nope, never." Scar replied, but his face suddenly turned serious. He crouched down, and his ears flattened back. "What?" asked Brisk. "I hear the FireStorm hunters. Get down or we will get caught." Scar hissed softly. Brisk obeyed, and crouched down against the dew covered grass. The FireStorm pack had a small strip of land between the WaterRider's southern grasslands and their main lands. Which naturally the WaterRiders would have to cross to get to their grasslands. The two waited as the hunters for FireStorm passed by, unaware of the trespassers in the grass. "Ok they are gone, let's go Brisk." Scar rose, and so did Brisk. They passed through the rest of the FireStorm land, and padded happily into their own. "Let's head up the left side, and circle around, then we can head back to report to Blix." Scar suggested, Brisk agreed, and they started walking. They were just circling around on the right side when a smell caught their noses. The scent was of WindStream, and it was on WaterRider ground. Both quickened their paces until the smell was directly in front of them. They peeked through some red ferns to see a WindStream member marking a tree for his territory. Brisk's lips parted to show his pearly colored teeth, and let out a nasty low snarl. He readied his paws, and hooves to jump. He motioned for Scar to stay low until he was needed. Scar nodded, and stayed low. Brisk leapt out of the ferns, but misjudged, and landed a foot away from the other enthos. He had planned to leap right on it. "Crap." he muttered. The other enthos snarled, and sprang at Brisk. His leap was too slow, and Brisk easily rolled to the side. He came back, and sprang at this enthos clamping down hard on its skinny throat. His bite drew blood, but Brisk tasted more than blood. He tasted dirt, fleas, and weakness. This enthos was clearly underfed, and vulnerable to disease. Brisk released his grip, and hit the enthos was his sharp hooves. It squealed, and tried to get up. Brisk flicked his tail twice, and Scar stood from his hiding place. He was in the perfect place, directly behind the enemy. He easily landed on its back when he jumped. Scar's pure size was enough for the puny enthos to remain on the ground; it didn't even try to rise. Brisk questioned it between his snarls. "Why have you passed your territory onto our lands?" It remained silent so Brisk growled, and Scar bit down hard on the enthos's spine. It screamed bloody murder so Scar let up. It growled, but spat out "I'll talk, but not much. I was hunting, and I crossed too far ok?" The sarcasm in its voice alerted Brisk that this was a lie. He snarled, and Scar clamped down on the same wound only harder. It screamed again, and yelled "Fine I was snooping, tell him to stop biting, and get off me!" Scar stopped, but remained on top of the enemy. "This land didn't seem used, so I marked it for WindStream." Brisk didn't believe this, but something told him to let this enthos go. He motioned for Scar to get off, and Scar obliged. The enemy wasted no time running off. "He won't be back, my bite isn't the strongest in our pack, but will leave a nasty scar." Scar chuckled softly at his terrible pun, but Brisk didn't. "That is true, but his pack may come back if he was any importance. Blix isn't going to like this a bit. We have to get back." Scar nodded, and they rushed back to camp.