Blackfoot Forest striding, powerful, into the arms of death

despite praimfaya's belief that she will not find thade in this place — nor any place she searches — she is determined to exhaust all options, just in case. her thirst sated, her head rises and salmon pink tongue draws across her jowls as she switches paths, knowing she must go past this place in her search. mahler had mentioned nightwalkers, after all. she would have to backtrack to reach them, it's true but she doesn't wonder why the eisen never considered that he went east of the mountain ...or was taken that way? it was tough to know exactly what fate had befallen the boy.

the sound of approaching footfalls give praimfaya pause and frostbound gaze cuts through the sundappled greenery to fall upon the male. his approach is brazen and though her hackles bristle and nostrils flare as she drinks in his scent she doesn't detect any immediate hostility in his bold approach. still, the last time she was approached so boldly she was attacked and the wanheda warns him to maintain distance only with a small curl of her lips.

she would fight, if it came to it but having just recovered and with the weight of her mission bearing down upon her shoulders she knows fighting isn't ideal. hei, she calls to him, deciding to turn his bold approach to her advantage. have you seen a cub around here? grey with dark markings on his face and ears and looks like he walked through mud. not the most eloquent of descriptions but drawing from the memory of brief glimpses of the very few times she's seen thade gives praimfaya little else to work with.