Xiaotian was wandering around the edge of his parents territory. They had allowed him to use the outer edge to spread his scent for three months.
It was nearing the end of the third month and he has yet to get any sort of response to an interested Kaiju. Every time he sniffed the bark of the clawed trees, he just gets the foul odor of monkey piss.
Xiaotian was by no means a small Kaiju. His parents live in a enchanted forest so everything was absolutely massive, if he were to go out into the normal woods, the top of the trees would reach up to his shoulders. His soft golden fur and pearly white eyes somehow blended into the forests, even his three tails blended in, not sticking out like a sore thumb.
That being said, he would siff below the marks just in case a female had left their mark but couldn't reach his. Most Kaiju females are relatively small compared to males, his mother being the only acception because she is a Ancient Kaiju like his father, Sun Wukong.
He was nearing the end of his patrol, getting ready on how to tell his parents that no female has returned his markings and he had just ruined their territory for no reason.
It wasn't until he came up to the final tree that he marked. It was a much smaller oak tree and in a small pit thanks to a landslide pushing it down. With a heavy sigh, he drained his head down to sniff the bark.
He froze...
He got a response