Dragoncrest Cliffs and suddenly,

Most mornings, Antumbra is up before the sun, checking the borders with Vercingetorix or any other wolf she can find. Patrols along the southern border of the cliff and tangle have taken place to keep the Rusalka wolves in check and prevent any further invasion. Someone will always be out there, keeping an eye out, but she knows the borders are miles long and not barriers against their enemies.

She should have gotten rid of them the first time.

This morning, however, she can’t be bothered to get up right away. @Silkie is pressed up against her and she enjoys the warmth from one side but eventually she moves and mouths at his face, urging him up and at ‘em too. Antumbra leaves him behind in Hougeda, though, and slips out the opening and through the foliage. She has confidence her wolves are doing their jobs even when she slacks for a few more hours of rest.

Out in the open, she spots pale movement in the distance. She vaguely recognizes her after sorting through the other white wolves of the cliffs. Their meeting had been brief on the borders and she’s only been noted in the background every so often or talking to @Vercingetorix when she’s pulled him away. Antumbra sets herself out into a trot, making her way around the lake until she reaches the other woman.