Blackfoot Forest striding, powerful, into the arms of death

praimfaya searches for the missing thade close to home, descending from the looming spire and slipping 'round the end of the sunspire range into the valley. there is a particular lack of any scent to follow and though she knows mahler means for her to check with packs she thinks it unlikely that he ended up with any. he was old enough to talk, if his sister ( the little bit that praimfaya saw her ) was of any indication. wouldn't they have returned him home by now? what good did it serve any pack to take on an extra mouth to feed that was barely, if at all, self-sufficient. especially since they too, she assumes, have their own young to look after.

the forest is sun-dappled in the early afternoon light, left to shine brightly without being obscured by driftclouds. reaching what she would consider the heart of the forest she suspects that the missing child is not to be found here; a deduction made only after two patrol circuits in the forest. she pauses here, where they is a fresh water source that trickles down from the snowmelt of the high sunspire peaks and sates her thirst from the crisp, cool waters; all the while plotting out where she will go next, from here.