Ravenshook Cliffs and the beginning of wisdom

a small smile tugs at the corners of wintersbane's lips as she comments upon their shared dislike of the sea. she offers an explanation as she to why she's on the coast, speaking of old memories, as he mulls over her question on what necessary evils brought him this way. recruitment. the tundrian replies simply with an errant shrug of his shoulders. he was no stranger to traveling in search of recruits — his time as a snitch among the wolves of the dark woods unintentionally taught him many things. skills that he now applied to recruitment of his own pack. the key being to not withhold information. many wolves had been off-put by the secrecy of blackfeather woods, or they'd heard things about them. truths as told by wolves that had been in the wilds long enough to remember the mayhem they'd caused.

in the end, wintersbane thought that had been it's ultimate downfall.

if i've learned anything it's that the heavily populated areas of the wilds seem to be a target zone for wanderers and vagabonds. which presently worked to the vartija's advantage.