bloodstream

i'm sorry i'm all over the place

Though she couldn't account for all of the wolves within their domain, Echelon still knew the sound of a new one when she heard it. They weren't exactly the most vocal bunch, but it was still hard to miss. Tracking him down was another thing entirely for her to do, but hey, nothing's entirely impossible if they set their mind to it, right?

So she had set off in search of this little light-haired newcomer, unaware that he had already been given some endearing name. Granted, the usual name-giver of the Spire tended to be on the side of abrasive and frankly she had no idea if it was truly Iqniq or Nanuk who issued out the pet names.

So like a good little Billy Goat Gruff, Echelon had been prowling around on some rocky ledge. Well, prowling may not have been the best term, seeing how she had been furiously trying to scale part of the face for a while. And she was about to tire of it along that rocky trail that they had taken the time to mark out well. Sure, there were other paths that would have made the climb easier, but she was aiming for one and only one thing that would satisfy her in an unspoken game of hey this is ours. A little sapling found itself growing out between a cracked rock and a hard place, and she had every desire in the world to mark it.

Never mind finding that other guy. If he was worth anything he'd find her eventually.