Iktome Plains an ode to silence

Silas and Qilaq had dispersed, as far as Tytonidae could tell. She counted the number of wolves that she had seen recently enough to consider still loyal to the cause: Domi? Clock? Earthsea? What had happened to the others, she would likely never know. It would be a lie to say she wasn't disappointed, but she understood that sticking to a leader who had been sick for the past several weeks was a difficult choice to make, so Ty blamed it on that.

A sigh slipped through her teeth, whooshing out and causing her upper lips to flap gently against her gums. It made an odd noise that made her grin stupidly to herself. She had known this would be hard, but she hadn't expected it to be this difficult. There was a definite chill in the air today; fall was upon them.

She was near the plateau she hoped to make her home (correction: had made her home) when she spotted a single figure winding down a well-worn path. She immediately began to move toward him, pushing herself to catch up to him. In a matter of perhaps five minutes she managed to catch a closer glimpse of him, and she let out a friendly woof in his direction, stopping and hoping that he would be receptive to the socialization.