Duskfire Glacier uncharted territory is a good place to be in.

She wasn't sure how to get in the parents' good graces in order to get closer to the pups and try coaching them. Unlike back at the caldera, they didn't know her at all and she would have to prove her merit and trustworthiness. Not only didn't she know how to accomplish this or how long it might take (possibly ages), the whole idea made her feel a strange mixture of guilty and homesick. Meerkat wouldn't even have to worry about any of this back at the caldera.

But as much as she missed her family, that was the entire point. She needed to experience life apart from the Redhawks and the drama that followed them everywhere. Meerkat needed peace and rest. She also just wanted the opportunity to carve out a name for herself, where hers didn't precede her. She reminded herself of these things as she threaded through the territory, seeking some sort of clue to help her win over these strangers.

She paused in a slanting beam of sunlight to sniff the air. She wasn't a hunter by trade, though of course she was capable. Perhaps the gift of a fresh kill might be a good place to start. Meerkat began to lower her head to sniff the ground, only to freeze when she heard something rustling around in the near distance. She also thought she heard voices, though maybe that was only the wind.