Ikkalrok had been given pause near the Two Rivers, one in which she had desired to move through to continue her search for their Anneriwok. The scent of @Sunday and @Grawlix permeated the area in which Ikkalrok investigated, and so Ikkalrok mindlessly adjusted her course. She had no desire to fight the claim others would make for themselves on land she had no interest in; more than that, even if she were given a mission for expansion to start with, it would not be done upon flatlands, made pregnant by its hills (her lack of an open mind would cost her the bounty the land itself offered).
And so she and her comrades headed toward the Slough. The land would be daunting to most, and for good reason; Ikkalrok saw the disadvantage of traveling through such terrain alone, but she was not alone. With four wolves at her back, she was confident in navigating through this place. Each area was investigated thoroughly, as though others might be laying in wait. Their collective girth made navigating this territory even slower, but they were at its end come dusk.
The earth had claimed her. Mud dripped liberally from her chin, her elbows, her chest; branches and thorns were snared by her thick furs; the wild beast of a woman snorted as she shook out her furs once she was free of the place, though there was little point in that. There was a thicket before her eyes that looked equally miserable to travel through, and she sniffed idly at the air. And then she pushed ahead.
She had endured such terrain before; it tried her patience, and it was terribly uncomfortable. But it was with these thoughts in mind that she moved onward and decided upon their collective path. Were all victories easy? Was the journey of their matriarch who had needed to hide so as to guarantee the life of her children easy? No—they would take the hard road, and they would conquer the obstacles nature put before them, and grow stronger for it.
Such was their way. They were no stranger to it.
And so she and her comrades headed toward the Slough. The land would be daunting to most, and for good reason; Ikkalrok saw the disadvantage of traveling through such terrain alone, but she was not alone. With four wolves at her back, she was confident in navigating through this place. Each area was investigated thoroughly, as though others might be laying in wait. Their collective girth made navigating this territory even slower, but they were at its end come dusk.
The earth had claimed her. Mud dripped liberally from her chin, her elbows, her chest; branches and thorns were snared by her thick furs; the wild beast of a woman snorted as she shook out her furs once she was free of the place, though there was little point in that. There was a thicket before her eyes that looked equally miserable to travel through, and she sniffed idly at the air. And then she pushed ahead.
She had endured such terrain before; it tried her patience, and it was terribly uncomfortable. But it was with these thoughts in mind that she moved onward and decided upon their collective path. Were all victories easy? Was the journey of their matriarch who had needed to hide so as to guarantee the life of her children easy? No—they would take the hard road, and they would conquer the obstacles nature put before them, and grow stronger for it.
Such was their way. They were no stranger to it.
tags just for reference! Passing through.
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