Sawtooth Spire frostmark

Whoever wants it / has time! Tags for reference; open to anyone.

As heavily populated as the territory was, Ikkuma had yet to ingratiate herself in to any relationships. She had spent a few hours at rest before perusing the area, gathering the scents of the wolves she did not know or introducting herself swiftly to those that appeared in control; she had heard of the other eisen from Mahler when he had initiated her in to the collective, even seen them in passing as she made her rounds, but now she was on a new quest. Something of a meet-and-greet, but with more purpose.

He had also mentioned foxes terrorizing the area, and that was a tantalyzing enough target to warrant an extra patrol or two. Ikkuma hiked along the mountain's paths thereafter; she sought any sign of life beyond the canine variant, her neck arched as she focused her attention on the earth and all the scents upon it. Once the path forked she had a choice: seek out the scent of @Wylla to one side, @Wintersbane the opposite, or give up and go hunt down a fox or two.