Broken Antler Fen and, oh, that heart

On her own patrol, she had caught wind of the foxes too and decided it was a worthwhile enough venture to put her patrol on hold for now. She could return later, of course. The newly-minted skairipa came tracking them from a vantage point different from Praimfaya--but was bound to converge soon with every stride that she honed in on.

A few moments after reaching the creek, she realized she was not alone on the cause. She lifted her sights to spot the silvered girl and her own outlook bolstered, even without knowing in full what the young worlida could do--Opalia had no qualms, herself, trusting the swing of her own teeth (and perhaps a hint overeager, after having been laying somewhat low on the offense after heading south); now if only Dacio may be near, she knew they would get something done here today before the foxes could come to squander any scraps that belonged to Roangeda. She dipped her muzzle low over the trail once more and picked up her pace to move in closer to Praimfaya, quiet with her footfalls, but with a knowing look on her face and steps alike.

After a beat, she still thought she liked their outlook here so far and she was keen to shake loose. What she tracked on now was definitely warmer than her earlier efforts. They must not be far, now, speaking low in their tongue, she smirked and gestured towards the path leading on.