Iktome Plains i have begun to admire

for @Heloise || mercenary trade

curiosity and having no strings tying him to a time limit to return to a pack led him towards the coast. the iktome plains is ailill's target, drawn to stay on the treeless expanse that stretches only with clumps of bunchgrass that poke up through snow melt like stubborn weeds. the scent of prey is numerous here, the warm, varying aromas giving him a brief overload of information as he strives to take them all in. the hunter in him feels a bit like a kid in a candy store — wide-eyed and bristling with the anticipation of it all. it's a bit warmer here than it is in the rest of the wilds and the fog that had seemed to plague the wilds for the past couple of days and nights has appeared to burn off. ailill pushes further in the territory, not seeking to actually hunt but instead catalog the herds that linger in the plains, lured and held there by the attraction of the bunchgrass.