that faint echo

Amekaze · February 04, 2014, 06:23 AM

She continued on. Ahead, the fortress of pine trees loomed and she made her way steadily closer.

Neverwinter. Of that much she knew. That, and a female headed their ranks.. one of supposedly relevant (in some place and time) blood. Aside from that, it did not seem that she knew much of them and could not think of any wolf she knew from their ranks. Perhaps they were a secretive lot, or just not prone to crossing paths with her. Either way, she wondered of them.

So she would see the pack for herself. Their borderlands, at least, and considering that any self-respecting pack would have wolves tending to them, she guessed someone would find her soon who could entertain her for a moment. A piece of her wanted to meet their leader, the Feralheart female, but she would glean her information from any wolf she might find. Sometimes the pack wolves were more helpful than the leader. After all, she was not only interested in strong leaders but also favorable subordinates if they were to be her company -- hypothetically, of course. Amekaze had no plans of joining in this moment but that could always change. She would be hard to impress, though.

Then she loitered at their pine-scented fringes. She busied herself with a small trot just a stone's throw from the formal boundary lines and acquainted herself with the territory's edge: an impressive forest. Surely, the depths were even more than this.