Wolf RPG

On this trek out, she went south, and veered closer to the mountain range as soon as she was able--only in part to leave Easthollow, a known factor that she didn't need to bother, plenty of berth. It was standard travels however, and she passed the hours largely on her own--entirely at her own pace, too. She skimmed past a few other transients, but otherwise, crossed no one remarkable as she alternated through her routine of cover ground, rest, and simply take it all in.

She had trailed the wetlands, then followed the creek until it reached the lake. It was there that her road originated in the heights, and about where she would have to split ways unless that was her goal. She didn't think there was a need.. and the mountain range offered plenty else than just lakes. Going further south still could be worth it, especially when she had not come this far down since spring had come. Time could change things considerably.

Jomyo would take the time to rest a spell here and decided to rove the edge of the lake for fish while she was here. She was in no hurry, or in dire need of a refuel so soon, but stayed vigilant as she weighed her next options with the flick of an ear as she perused on.

In the instant that she thought she might have hope, it never came true. Even the faintest hints of anything useful she had once encountered had all guided her to dead ends--one after another, and the young warrior was losing morale that she didn't have left in her. Grief had hardened into a strange ache and with it, a deeply-festering loneliness. Was this how it was to be? Opalia was plenty past the point of regular fatigue by now. She operated on her bare minimum for now while she still could stand it.

Opalia didn't know the place by name, but had unknowingly come to Praimfaya's birthplace in her travels. To her, it was only another stretch of the landscapes. The potential of it remained yet to be seen.

Hei, stranger, she greeted as she approached the other wolf seemingly prowling the shore. Once she was sure she was acknowledged and the agouti female gave her a pause: I am looking for someone... she prefaced, and with that, should there be no resistance from the other, the gona would provide her details about what she sought. With or without any information to take with her, she would not linger, or take the Legion scout's time for long. Much like she had with Saarthal, she tried to instill any faith in the other that she would keep an eye out, and should she come across anything, Opalia left her on the note (and assumption) that she would be back at the Spear eventually.

After this, and humoring a few questions to sate the scout's curiosity, the pale Drakru would continue tracking north alongside the mountains. Her trails were cold, and hope hard to hold on to.