Cassiopeia's View Jibbering, howling and chants in long dead languages

Dragomir's treks outside of Moonspear's territory continued. They were always relatively short voyages and he never left without informing @Hydra, @Dirge or @Arcturus that he was leaving. He was well aware that departing the mountain meant potentially opening himself up to attack should Sanguinus and his cohorts be lurking nearby, but he couldn't possibly sit at home while his sister was missing. What if they'd taken her? He had to search, but he had to do so safely, and that meant making sure someone knew where he was.

So today, after telling his leaders which direction he would be travelling, Dragomir once more left his pack's claim and headed south along the mountain range. A few short weeks ago, such a venture would have been impossible, but now his legs were strong and his resolve was moreso. Still his hip seized when he stepped and put a hitch in his smooth gait, but observant eyes would notice it was becoming less and less. Soon it might be gone entirely, save for when the damp sunk into his bones.

A large, flat plateau gave Dragomir a magnificent view of all the wilds that sprawled out beneath Moonspear's shadow. Far, far to the north, he could even see the glimmer of the sea. Even though the world was void of life and destruction and autumn both had claimed much of its greenery, there was something beautiful about it from up here. He took a moment to enjoy the view for what it was, then sucked in a deep breath and called out, as loudly as he could, Isilmë!

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