idek FOR @Sangilak
There were three of them now — the travelling trio. Not that they were travelling much for the time being. The plague of locusts had made sure to throw a wrench in their plans of seeking out a mountain to lay claim to. They had stripped every last leaf from every tree within the Wilds and, because of it, driven away all the herds and prey that the wolves sustained themselves on. Food was scarce and travelling now would be a fool's errand.
So they stayed near the coast, a place where hunting was tough but at least not impossible.
Tatkret had spent most of the afternoon upon the rocky face of the Ravenshook Cliffs, both surveying the shoreline and having fun pushing objects off the crumbling ledges. Currently he sat precariously close to the edge of a shelf a few meters up from the sandy ground, slowly nudging a sun-bleached piece of driftwood along the edge not unlike a cat would a mug. With a sudden swipe of his paw, he sent it flying into the air, watching in amusement as it splintered into smaller and smaller pieces upon the rocks as it tumbled downwards.
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