Fairspell Meadow Whiplash

I dunno much about it. Smelled them before I realized it was claimed territory.

The young Stormchaser thought back on his trip through the southern terrain and focused on the unknown pack he had discovered. It had been too difficult to get close without crossing over their marked boundaries. He’d kept to the outside, hoping he might be able to lure someone from within. Brutes loved to flash their teeth in warning to curious outsiders.

A sinkhole maybe. Caves. None of them came out when I got close.

Intriguing maybe. If Qiao wanted more information, Stormchaser could return to the southern reach and make enough noise to draw someone out. It would not guarantee answers, though it would provide more opportunity to learn what they were doing there.