Iktome Plains And all the storms you've been chasin'

Cordelia had been at the pack meeting but understood little of the significance of what everyone had been saying. She could tell there had been strife between members of the pack but had nothing to back up anyone's claims. Over the next few days, more and more wolves left the confines of the border until there was no one left. Not having a good foot in with any one of the packs she had been left behind without a word.

She was once again left alone in an unfamiliar place far from her homeland. Once again she needed to find someone to help her, but avoid the supposed savages of this land. It was getting late and nightfall would be upon her shortly.

Hearing a rustling in the distance she became warry, unsure of who or what may have been causing it. Braving through it she proceeded forwards hesitantly, ears on a swivel, light on her paws. As she moved forward a clearing between the trees came into view. There a large dark male devouring a bird stood. A member from Shadekeep she never had a chance to introduce herself to. 

A truly imposing being. The only thing keeping her present was the reassurance that Cry wouldn't have allowed a savage in his walls. Perhaps he would be willing to help.