Sleeping Dragon monsun

@Lorne

It had taken longer than expected, but finally Tatkret returned from his scouting trip, none worse of wear and with plenty of information of the lands. He even brought back a souvenir — a fresh, large bone of a caribou that he was unwilling to share, even with @Sangilak . He had told her of the bypass directly south of them, and also of the mountains to the southwest. Mountains were plenty, but finding the right one, that would be a more difficult mission. Especially one that suited the likes of Tartok wolves.

After their discussion, the man retreated to lie in a shady spot near the base of the volcano this pack called their home. He could get used to it, he guessed, but it seemed much too...small. And the geysers surrounding the territory were an assault on all his senses. He stared flatly at the geyser field as a jet of steam shot into the air in the distance, barely audible from his position. With a snort, Tatkret then turned his attention back onto the bone he gripped between his forepaws, eagerly beginning to gnaw on the already very chewed up object.