Ghost Lion Crag The Hunt is ON!

Shalon noticed that the dark woman was stricken with sadness for a moment, perhaps a story for another time. She filed that away for future reference, when the two of them had more time to sit and talk. Shalon wished to learn more of her packmates, but she prefered sitting underneath the stars and listnening to their stories.

She noticed the change in tone and looked at the female a little moe closely, perhaps it was a mask that she wore, one of happines and glee. "Well some bighorn sheep sound very good at the moment." Shalon's stomach seemed to agree at that exact moment as her stomach growled once more. "Ghost Lian Crag? Not to far I suppose, but we had better get going if we want to return by sundown tomorrow. Shall we?" Shalon asked but didn't really mean it as a question, as she had already started heading toward the border. Assuming the Darsal follow, Shalon would keep walking.