The Floodlands I'm with the band.

ive always been slightly curious how this would go.... :D

After her conversation with Smokestep, Rosalyn wasn't one hundred percent sold on his philosophy still.... but she respected him more than she cared about the deserters.  So if he wanted them hunted down, screw it, she'd do what she could.  She liked to travel anyway and a free excuse was alright by her.  Would she kill them per say if she found them? Unknown. Guess it depended.

She set off along the coast south, assuming maybe some had sought the shores, but then trekked inland when she found no trace.  Now she was following the river, always feeling better when she had water in her sights, no matter how unimpressive.

Turns out that wasn't exactly the best course today.  She spotted the cat almost the same instant Towhee did, and before she noticed the other wolf who was on the opposite side.. the side she probably wanted to be on.  Away from the cat.

"Oh shit," she said, freezing and also staring.  The cat's face twisted slightly into a snarl when it turned to her... likely the sight of not one, but two, set some defensive alarms in its system.  This wasn't ideal.