Bramblepoint Leave this blue neighbourhood

@Seff and @Hvitserk please hop in if you have time!

With Blackfeather behind the young trio, they were set to their own devices for exploration. In this newfound sense of freedom, the children headed southwest with no particular destination in mind. Though their goals were to see as much out there as possible, Freyja knew that she would want to settle somewhere that they could call their own. Having brought this up to her travel companions, and receiving generally positive feedback in the matter, Freyja made that her goal. She would find somewhere that they all could all thrive under the scrutiny of overhanging customs.

Bramblepoint seemed to be their next destination and with a rumbling stomach, Freyja had decided that she needed some food. Promising the others that she would not be long, and inviting them along if they so wished, Freyja slunk off from the group in an attempt to catch the scent. If they did not decide to come along, she’d make sure that she caught enough for all of them.

Her silently-falling paws soon brought her across the path of another and to this, Freyja stiffened. With the temptation of prey, she had found herself ignoring the foreign wolf-scent in favor of a meal. Frowning, she pulled herself to full height and tilted her head softly. He did not seem threatening in the least and rather seemed to be attempting to calm-- at least this was how the former Fleima perceived him.

Hesitantly, she woofed in his direction and cupped her ears forward. “Are you okay?” Was all she offered, but despite her hesitance, her face twisted to show her concern.