Bramblepoint they should deliver all my blessings in small brown paper handbags near the porch

bramplepoint is not terribly far from roangeda and though there is the potential looming threat of the pack across the no-man's-land and lake rodney to focus a portion of her concerns on there is still yet the potentially larger threat of lack of large food sources. though their seeming erasure from the wilds does not strictly surprise praimfaya she had hoped — vainly, she can see now — that their fleeing hadn't been a forewarning to what was to come. still, her youth makes her foolishly hopeful. perhaps there are stragglers. surely there are some that had to have been trapped in the wilds. or perhaps, she thinks with a cynical twist of her lips, it is just the wolves that play the fools. for all their superiority as a species it occurs that perhaps their food is smarter.

still, where would they go if not here? the wilds is their home and this famine would not last forever. could not. partially lost to her thoughts and partially keeping a keen ear open for any sounds that might give indication that she is not alone, praimfaya's attention is fully drawn to the sound of footfalls as she draws nearer.

the worlida's pace turns cautious as she aims to make quick work of the distance, noting the figure of another. she feels disappointment that its another wolf — at least she thinks the older woman is a wolf ( mochi can't remember if pri's ever met a coywolf before? ) — but she sweeps that crush beneath the proverbial rug and lets out a chuff to announce her presence.