Emberwood jet black signal fires

Hope it's OK that I snag this. :3

Like her similar colored counterpart, Echelon too was searching for something. Just what she hadn't decided, but it was easy to weave and work her way into the valleys beyond the coast. Tonravik had rallied some behind her, and while Echelon stayed close to her aokkatti, she also ventured off quite a bit too. Her slight frame lended her the ability to scout well. Curiosity did not drive her like it would others, though to say she wasn't a little curious about what the valleys had to offer would have been a lie. Many voices raised during the night that were not there own. If they decided to settle there, then the wolves of Tartok would certainly have an interesting life.

Echelon had entered the forest without fanfare and also, without direction. She paused here and there to test the crisp autumn air, now that her nares had been freed of the salty waters. So far, there were very few scents that stood out to her as concerning. They were stale, though how long ago she could not tell. It was enough to give her pause, but not enough for her to continue her wayward path towards the mountains that she had spied in the days prior. She knew she would not reach them by nightfall and thought it better that way. If anything, the young Tartok scout would have rather happened on the foothills of the chain come the pre-dawn hours.