Otter Creek You will kill or be killed, it's about progress

@Vaati! B)

 The forest of blood and feathers is not far from the Caldera, but Étoille has the sense to not blindly plunge in. He has been away from Drageda long enough that the scent has long since faded from his fur and he has bathed himself in mud and snow to try and remove any lingering scent of the Caldera's alphas. To the outside eye he looks like, hopefully, any other mangy loner, albeit a well-fed one. 

 There is not much of a plan beyond find out what he can. He knows they are specifically looking for a man named Cicero, though the rest of their lot is to pay for their sins when Drageda returns. The Rauna does not come directly from the direction of the Caldera, but loops around, monitoring the line of the forest as he makes his way East. It seems quiet, peaceful, un-noteworthy but for the persistent smell of blood. From what he does not know.

 He finds a creek on the Eastern corridor and pauses to take a drink. There is a thin layer of ice he cracks through, then lifts his head, considering his options. He does not think it wise to approach the borders openly, though he could pass off, perhaps, as a loner seeking winter's shelter... hm. Taking advantage of the quiet before the storm, Étoille considers the best course of action.