Neverwinter Forest to take

When the terrain morphed into more familiar things, Echelon's attention visibly increased through features alone. Her ears stood tall as they came to a sloping stop nearest to the borders, not at all too far from where she had once emerged from the hollow woodland behind them originally the first time she had seen it. She didn't need to say that she had seen it before, because she imagined Tonravik to be perceptive enough to pick up on that through action alone — actions that brought her out ahead of her aokkatti to lead them a little closer while she investigated their rough borders.

"Abandoned?" she queried with some disdain as the majority of the scent markers were weak. They were not of the lead female she had scented previous after her jaunt near Silvertip Mountain, but of others. Many others. "There was a female here, dominant," she explained as she paced a rough edge, absently kicking a piece of old scat out of the way as she went. It was stale. All of it was stale. Their opportunity had come and suddenly, abruptly, Echelon stopped because she was not sure what to do next.

The moment they had been waiting for had come along for them to seize and her locking up was exactly why she was a supportive role to Tonravik's lead — she now looked to her aokkatti for instruction. They alone could make the attempt for the claim, but she wondered what their numbers were within, how many of them remained and whether or not they were capable of putting up a fight. Long forgotten was Njal and his Glacier. Long forgotten was the mountains they had been residing in. All that was now, was this. This ringlet of squat mountains recessed into the earth like a treasure trove all for the taking.