Ocean's Breath Plateau It's just ink on paper

Carrying with her a crossfox pelt she hoped might impress and appease the wolves of Moontide, Thyra journeyed on a diplomatic mission, saddled with the responsibility of bearing news and renewing proposed peace talks. She found the air cool as she traveled through the last leg, through the Sentinels, and could smell the earthy scent of leaf litter as it began to accumulate. The summer had passed by quickly, and soon she would awaken to see frost spun on the remaining leaves. 

She arrived at the borders, and looked up toward the Plateau; yet another home with a safe vantage point, though not nearly as perilous as the Keep. On past the Caldera she gazed for a moment, thoughts of their future home coming to mind as she imagined a safe haven that the pack could inhabit for the winter. 

Hoping to speak of such things, she called out, hoping one of the leaders might hear her peaceful summons.