Kintla Flatlands Maleficent

She did not know much of their new neighbors, the Blacktail Deer Plateau. Only that they were a stronger, larger pack, competition during the upcoming wiBret, or potential allies? It was only in certain places, older lands where packs have been there for generations that you would see much political manuverings such as that. But it was possible that, if she played her cards right, she could gain an ally for her pack while they grew.

The priestess walked gracefully towards the Plateau, wondering if anyone would be willing to talk to her, or if anyone would be there at all. She walked, undisturbed, until a putrid stench found her nostrils. The priestess wrinkled her nose, recognizing the scent of rotting flesh. It came from the river, probably some body floating in it. Meldresi approached the water source, only to find a dark furred male had already gotten to the carcass first. She only chuffed softly towards the male, postruing herself in a way that looked nonthreatening. "Greetings." she purred in her natural sultry voice.