x@Mahler
xBackdated to take place a bit after
this thread.
Propelled by her decision, Annaliese waits upon the Hollow’s borders with one thing in mind; speaking with the General. With her return, she holds information that would undoubtedly be useful for Mahler in the future—yet, she longer feels the need to chain herself to Diaspora. Antha offered her an opportunity she wishes to grasp with her own hands, and Diaspora… well, Anna has no reason to believe the fox-like female is lying.
She will see the frost-tipped male soon enough for herself, or at least she hopes. Leaning back her head, she beckons for him and announces her return to the pack.
So sorry for the delay/low activity from Anna here!
Rose ears swerve in the direction, tail automatically swaying at the tip at the sight of the ash-touched General. Antha is right; Mahler is plagued, by what the red woman is uncertain right now, but the scent of sickness weighs heavy even if he stands proud before her.
Likewise,
she starts,
Although it seems the Wilds continue to be unkind to you.
An arched eyebrow beckons for information.
I return with unfortunate news.
She shifts her gaze west, away from the Hollow and the man before her.
There is no land untouched by destruction. Everyone has suffered in some way. Beyond the second barrier mountains there are plateaus that overlook the land in the way you dream of, yet they have little prey still left, and there are many rockslides.
A few I’ve spoken to have mentioned being displaced, one particularly from a pack once on the coast called Rusalka.