Nova Peak every scar will build my throne

A new scent fills the area, one she does not recognize, and it causes her to tense up. The unfamiliarity of the land does not settle well with the young girl and she hesitates making her presence known. If he hasn’t found her by now, he isn’t likely looking for, but she has tucked herself away enough he may not be able to find her. Fahren’s ears press back against her head and she shifts in her position on the ground to try and see through the brush of the mountainous forest.
 
She sees a glimpse of white that walks through a ray of moonlight and thickened sea salt fills her nose. With a guard returning to Trigeda with information on her destination, she knows she’s searching for a coastal pack. She’d approached one further north but it is not where she’s meant to be, which dampens her need to talk to him. There’d been no note about how many borders, other than what’s nearby but nothing strikes her out of the ordinary she’s had to look for.
 
Fahren clears her throat when he is close enough—at least several yards—and she carefully untangles herself until she’s up on all limbs. “Chon yu bilaik?” she asks, the first of her tests to determine if he’s worth the time.