Lion Head Mesa Wet Hands

Standing right outside the border! Tagging leadership: @Toula @Rashepses @Senmut

In her anger, Eira hastily gathered some of her more valuable belongings and stormed away from the creek, her paws carrying her swiftly across the fields. By the time she reached the edge of the neighboring meadow, her temper had cooled enough for clearer thoughts.

Yet, she wasn’t ready to return to camp. She had meant every word of her threat, and she fully intended to follow through. So instead, she continued forward, toward the only other place she knew there to be nearby wolves.

She paused at the border, setting down her items: Assorted medicinal plants bundled in layers of fish skin, and two fine hides. One otter, and the other mountain goat. She then called to the Mesa's inhabitants: I am here to trade, please meet me!