Wapun Meadow verme

hope you don’t mind, feel free to ignore her if so!

She has been lax so far in meeting the new ones.  Some threw themselves into the challenge of rising to Holcan willingly.  Others seemed more keen to ride their god’s wake and be carried along.  Flecha could not say she disagreed with either choice.

A god needed guardians, but they needed worship too.  A foundation to build from.

The tracker followed one of these new recruits, curious what her motivations might be in branching outward.  Flecha’s own paws carried her more distant than not these days; she could do little from within the canyon, and Sabah stalked their god like a second shadow.  Her presence was unnecessary for his protection, but her eyes were invaluable.

No information was useless.  She would find some here and perhaps learn something of Caro.  She made no attempt to hide her presence, nor would she intrude so far as to follow closer if her presence was avoided.  Her curiosity was not an official watch, and if the other woman sought to give her the slip, she had more valuable things she could tend to.