Scion was a quiet shadow on border patrol. He was on high alert, body language taunt and attentive as he glided along the side of the territory that bordered on the freelands. Most often, wolves who needed to be immediately dealt with would approach from that side, as they would either travel through from the Romance River or the Oak of Alphas area when searching for entrance into Bright Moon. Therefore, it was necessary for him to attend to this side with greater regularity. Although Scion had only been a resident of this paradisaical abode for a few weeks, he had already picked up on this and many more facets of the land. In his old life, similar insight would be expected, but in this peace-filled existence,his actions were not necessary for his continued survival. It seemed almost as if the lean male did not have to be useful – he sensed that he would not be immediately slain should be become more liability than asset. The canine's serene facade twisted for a moment, warping into a bitter, sad smile, almost a sneer, at the thought. He would have enjoyed the carefree existence before the incident had taken place, but now he was bound to service. Even if his intense effort was not necessary, he would still toil each day as if it was. Although Darcia had yet to realize it, Scion was not like the other wolves, who were pure creatures. He had betrayal in his blood, and needed to stay subordinate less he regain his foolish notions of equality. When he had entered Bright Moon, he had made a decision to protect its denizens - and he would never again harm those who he had sworn to protect.

The harsh expression smoothed almost immediately as his thought process continued, fading into obscurity to be replaced by a diligently blank mask. For a time, the rhythm of his run remained unchanged, but as tthe minutes that ticked by gradually blended into hours, his pace slowed. Scion was beginning to regain the weight and muscle tone that he needed after he had neglected his body, but it would take time to return to optimum fighting condition. He would need to catch something to eat today – probably a rabbit or similar creature – and he would also need to train. He had done enough border patrol to ensure the secruity of this front. Just to be sure, the ghost-hued creature lifted his head, sniffing the wind a final time to ensure that no recruits were waiting. Finding no scents, he promptly slid into the emerald foliage. He vanished almost without a trace, leaving only the quaking leaves and his wolfish musk behind to betray his recent presence on the edge of the territory.

With the rest of his day in mind, Scion moved with purpose. It was high summer, and Bright Moon was crawling with prey, so he saw no need to travel outside of the territory for his small meal. But first, he would train. Scion loped to a secluded clearing and began a series of intricate drills aimed at improving his balance, speed, and, of course, the muscle memory for certain crucial moves. He moved through the drills wholeheartedly, not keeping as much of an eye out for approaching wolves as he would have usually, so engrossed was he in the familiar actions.