Blacktail Deer Plateau three days? how many sins have you committed in three days?

“‘Allo,” came the breezy reply, and the lull that followed was filled with stuttering pants — well, not from the sort of exertion the crow found more favorable, anyways. He came to a halt on a little rise, “Un momento,” he wheezed, well-meaning and jovial despite the way he tried to gobble up the air. With a huff, he sat back onto his haunches, raven’s ruff quivering. 

“So— so I was wondering,” the rogue huffed, “this devilish Plateau, it— it is rather quaint, no?” Yeah, right. “You see, my sweet sister Aurëwen, she’s— the only pack she’d truly love to lead would be one of her own, you know? Being pionier and all, well— not that she knows what I plan,” gave a shake of his head, a dry laugh, “which is to say, my plan is... my plan is to...”

Dios mio. His pale ribs shivered for air, and Vonnaruil rightly scowled at the rise before them that they’d still yet need to conquer. “My plan is to claim a land for her so that— that, should she ever come down from that silly Lake— she— she will already be halfway there to a founding.” Tongue laved at pallid chops, “Since I and her, ah, suitor have left her, now, I wanted to ask if you would like to become allies on this matter?” 

“It is a lot to ask, of course,” he quipped, still a bit winded, “but it is the least I can do for her. My sister... she was always meant to lead; not Diaspora, or any other pack, you know? Who knows, though? It might make quite the surprise, should she ever come to the Kintlas.” He’d no idea of how she’d bring her children down, though. Unless, an escort, of some sort...