Sequoia Coast firewater to the belly

Shifting her weight, Echelon felt her question had been misunderstood, or perhaps ignored. Or maybe Ivev simply didn't know anything about the lands either, which was also a likely outcome. Many of the wolves that had joined them had little familiarity with the terrain, which Echelon found slightly disheartening. But if she really was, she never let it show. The same went for this particular instance as well, her disappointment in not learning anything substantial did not show on her otherwise blank face.

“Tonravik knows. I am tasked with finding for myself.” Yet another short statement from the flighty creature, who only then decided to recline to her haunches. “Once the rains come and go, I intend to scout. I don't care to try and find my way in this oncoming weather.” The rain would take out the paths, wash away the scents, which was fine with her. She'd find what she needed to if she tried to look for it, and if the appropriate effort was behind it.

Once again, she tried to learn what the pale companion knew. “So you know about weather a bit, what else can you do?” She didn't know that Ivev was interested in the migratory patterns of the game, though that would have been quite an interesting thing indeed. At this point, Echelon felt any information she could suss out was useful information indeed.