Wolf RPG

The further she wanders from Tikal the more she thinks how easy it would be to leave, to disappear off into the sunset and never see their faces again. So then, why not? Her debt to Ajaw has tied her paws to the canyon for the foreseeable future, and yet that can't be the only thing that keeps her near.

Her mind wanders to Xtabay and for a moment a fire burns sickeningly deep in her belly. The nightwoman has bewitched her completely; she can't for the life of her figure out what it means. 

And yet she knows it is what draws her home each night - home! It is the best word she can think of to describe the companionship that Xtabay and, to an extent, Ajaw and the others have given her. Something that has long been foreign to Caro since puphood.

A sigh escapes her lips, a headache beginning to worm its way between her ears - she settles into a brisk trot eager to take her mind off the matter.

She has been lax so far in meeting the new ones.  Some threw themselves into the challenge of rising to Holcan willingly.  Others seemed more keen to ride their god’s wake and be carried along.  Flecha could not say she disagreed with either choice.

A god needed guardians, but they needed worship too.  A foundation to build from.

The tracker followed one of these new recruits, curious what her motivations might be in branching outward.  Flecha’s own paws carried her more distant than not these days; she could do little from within the canyon, and Sabah stalked their god like a second shadow.  Her presence was unnecessary for his protection, but her eyes were invaluable.

No information was useless.  She would find some here and perhaps learn something of Caro.  She made no attempt to hide her presence, nor would she intrude so far as to follow closer if her presence was avoided.  Her curiosity was not an official watch, and if the other woman sought to give her the slip, she had more valuable things she could tend to.