Flycatcher Downs Everybody runs, Fletch

Life in Jade Fern Grove had not been easy so far. Tirelessly, they marked their borders, patrolled for intruders, and hunted for the children; all with little or no rest for the adults. The land was more sprawling than they were used to, took up more hillock country than they had ever cared for before. Laying claim to that large area took time, and even so, it seemed to not be enough. So that day, early in the star-studded morning, she kissed her family and left on her first outrider mission in months.

She went east, then south, skirting along the borders of Overture Downs, then between the warring scents of packs on either side. She stopped in Shadowyn Moor for water, then moved a little more due south than before, keeping track of her movements and the flora and fauna she countered. She saw a few wolves, though none really close enough to speak to. But it was good to know they were here, anyway. She'd tell Scimitar about them, and perhaps make her rounds to the packs she had passed.

But it was one being in particular, one small red thing, that caught her eye. From this distance, it could have been Paarthurnax. But as she loomed closer, and the small figure remained quite small, Kaskara admitted that it was not her friend, but someone else. Her two-toned gaze caught on the figure and followed her, their trails converging ahead. Kas wondered where her parents were, and yet again wondered what her parents were. Was this a fox or a wolf before her? Since it would be rude to ask, Kaskara instead inquired, "How fares the road for you, traveler?"