Ankyra Sound But I may as well try and catch the wind

He's not on the borders, per say, but near them, closer to Firefly Ravine. BUT I want him to meet a Rusalka woof as he passes by.  :) This'd be set like a week after briefly meeting Dio so he won't smell anything like Drageda by now.

Jackalope took his time as he travelled South, skirting along a river that trailed down from a mountain and through a tangled underwood. The winds the day before had been gruelling, so he had sttled down in the tangle to weather a potential storm; one could never be too careful when travelling near the coast. And if there really was a pack close by, just down the coast from where Dio lived, then he wanted to make sure he was rested, fed, and well-kept by the time he reached it. That was Jackalope's way; he did not want to so much as pass by a pack's territory in less than top condition, for a traveller. He ate as he travelled, and managed his distance travelled based on how much he was able to hunt and eat. He had no agenda, after all, so he could take as much or as little time in one place or another without having to worry about anyone waiting up for him. 

He haunted the same nook in the tangle for four days straight before he resumed his travel South, after having hunted the rabbits in that area. Even staying in one place that long was likely pushing it, but the hunting had been good so he'd milked it for all it was worth. It'd been a nice respite, after travelling pretty steadily for a week, but now he was ready to travel again. He continued to keep himself oriented between the mountains and the ocean, but as soon as he caught the scent of border markings, he was careful to steer clear of them. So this was the pack that Dio had mentioned; they were rather close, weren't they? Less than a day's travel, or so he figured...But he'd taken much longer so that he could hunt and rest before setting out again. 

As he had with the borders of the previous pack, he gave them space, but kept his grey gaze trained on the coastline and the woodlands that they would have claimed to see if anyone might pass by the borders while he made his way south. He was interested to get information from them- even just as much as a pack name- as a peaceful passerby who liked gathering information for his own personal map.

Rosalyn still had yet to venture into the northern range of Rusalka anywhere near the borders, and likely would not for a great while.  If trouble came, she'd assist, but she felt any Drageda wolves who came near would be more likely to give the place a berth if they did not scent her lingering.

When Jackalope came south, though, he did cross one of the spots she frequented, and she was lying there now, gazing out over the borders with an idle expression.  She couldn't patrol well yet and still take it easy on her healing leg, but she could sit sentry at least and help in a manner.  Usually she saw nothing; today he was an interesting new development.

It was his searching looks that made her call out to him, otherwise she might have let him pass.  Looking for something?  She stood, shaking wet from the damp ground from her fur as she did so, and took a few steps forward.  Her tone had nothing but mild curiousity... he'd given the place a wide berth and she did not recognize him from her time in the cliffs.

archiving this! If he comes back and you want to finish it out, we can always revive!