Moonstone Quarry Strength of Knowledge

It had been quite some time since Fox had ventured this far away from Redhawk Caldera. She was not a traveler or explorer by any means—at least not since she'd come to the Teekon Wilds. True, her first month or two here had been filled with traveling to packs and pissing on their land... but that life felt so distant she could scarcely remember it. Not that she was known for her excellent memory or anything.

She hadn't meant to wander so far, but by the time the sun was making its decent, she decided she would return tomorrow. The kids were old enough that they no longer needed her for sustenance, and despite the death of Peter, she trusted the rest of the pack to look after the brood she shared with Peregrine. Perhaps she would run into somebody decent out this way who was seeking a pack. Then again, she wasn't exactly the best recruiter.

Having made her way down the steep, jagged rocks, Fox soon found herself welcoming the night. A quick cursory sniff alerted her to the presence of somebody else, and—not wanting to be snuck up on—Fox sought it out without hesitation. Stars had started twinkling overhead when she found the other, and Fox chuffed when she was a hundred or so yards away, alerting the stranger to her presence.