Larksong Grotto Thy wicker feet may tread these roads

Once emerging back in the Maplewood, it had been easy to find his bearings. He'd returned to the blueberry bush he and Starbuck had raided, stripping the branches of the last of the small juicy spheres and managing to snag a couple of rabbits before striding out on the final leg of his mission.

It had taken him a good half a day before he arrived at what he assumed was the grotto; the whiff of wolf was certainly strong about these parts. He'd savoured one of the rabbit carcasses as an appeasement gift for the tribe which he now placed at his paws as he rose his muzzle to the skies and called for the attention of their empire. Before making his presence known at their borders, he'd decided to pose as a scout with a little knowledge of combat. Perhaps those skills would allow him to infiltrate, maybe they'd have use for a messenger of sorts but at least he'd be able to feed back to Heda if possible.

@Hiram @Jhala