Alpine Lake run, run, blood

Backdated to a couple weeks ago!

Silaluk and her company scaled the mountain that made Alpine Lake with a swiftness that betrayed their dominance in this sort of terrain. What might be a difficult climb to any other was simple to the experts who had crossed through many a mountain to arrive here, and had fought upon plenty more than that. Silaluk was young, but her battle-scars left her true age to the imagination. Her experience was not lacking for her youth; she had seen death, and had been the bringer of it. Those whom had scarred her lost their lives for their (futile) efforts against her.

When they reached the peak, Silaluk took stock of her surroundings. In the distance was a chain of mountains that piqued her interest, and at once she knew that this would be the direction she would head. The herd conveniently zig-zagged in this direction, and after a night snowstorm had gained good ground away from them. Her head swung toward the direction of the crags to her right, but the blue in the distance—the ocean, she recognized—caught her eye, too.

She did not want to exhaust the reservoirs of her wolves energy, but training within the waters, cold as they were, would be invaluable. Ocean-fare was her preferred venue of choice, and she licked her chops. They would eat, but the herd they followed would gain more distance. Her ears flit as she debated the best alternative for them all.

Tûgar's own eyes had held the ocean, and her tail waved without her consent at her hocks. Her ears swiveled as in the corner of her eye she watched Silaluk take stock of all that was. She allowed herself a moment to turn and observe as well, and noted the corrugated line that held Silaluk's eyes. Mountains. No doubt they would head that way, and for further direction Tûgar was thankful. But as Silaluk's eyes turned toward the sea, her tail involuntarily waved again. She hoped they would scout the area, or that at least Silaluk might so that she could offer her support and see the waves once again. Already Tûgar knew that they would be frigid, but she did not fear this and knew how to manage.

The fridge winter air had drive. Shalon to scout for meat. The cold having driven away the herds that once roamed the open fields surrounding the territory of the Fire Court pack. She still needed to speak with her Kig and Queen about what course of action they would take but they had many hungry mouths to feed with winter in full swing. 

It was during this time that she caught the scent of a few others. And her curiosity set in. She followed them, and realized they too had been scouting the herds. It was easy to follow their tracks through the snow as they climbed to the peak. She stopped short upon seeing them for the first time. Two women. Sisters perhaps. "Hello." Shalon spoke loud enough to be heard, and with slight authority although she had no intention of seeking dominance. They were all on equal footing here, being in neutral territory.