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Choosing the Watch as their home base was proving beneficial for the pair of brothers and the collection of wolves they had amassed. Not only were the fields next to them well populated but the locale overall was one of strategic placement, settled in a spot of the Wilds where they could reach many things, go many directions... Möguleikarnir voru óþrjótandi. This knowledge please the man of pale golds and creams, his tail flagging behind him at the thought of remaining with the Ravens of Sunspire.

And yet, it was not the Watch that he was found at this night, nor the neighboring fields, but the bluff beyond those long stretches of meadow, where the winds were yet wild and free. A particularly strong gust of wind thrashed past him, practically forcing a deep breath of air down and into his lungs. The salt was thick in the air, heavy on his tongue, the taste of the Wild Sea poignant and unique.

Almost as unique as the wolf he spied, her spotted grey face curious and unusual to the Northerner. The closer he came, the heavier her scent became and not only hers but another's as well. With no pack lacing her fur, Stjornuati found a thread of kinship with the girl, as he and his brother traveled alone as she seemed to with whoever's scent it was that clung to her. Hallo, He offered when he was close enough for her to hear. You travel far?