Redsand Canyon we connect, burning bright, holding every breath

Wylla bobbed her head, expecting that Kallik was only doing his duty as a sentry and prepared to wait in silence, but the Arctic wolf had more to say. There was something wry about the expression that crossed her face; was Mereo so large they were spilling beyond their borders, then, or had something else driven their expansion?

Either way, what Mereo did was no concern of Paleo's so long as the barracks expanded north along the mountains rather than south. Congratulations, said Wylla. Leadership was a thing to be taken by those strong enough to seize it. That was how she viewed it. But it was still an accomplishment to establish one's own territory. She had no inkling Kallik was not the primary leader of this newly forming Epoch.

We seek to teach as well, she revealed, glancing at Mahler for confirmation. Most of it would be in his paws, truth be told. Wylla was developing an appreciation for hunting, but it would be some time still before she felt capable enough to truly call herself a mentor. Hunting and utilizing the land, mostly, if that is something you would be interested in your children learning as well?