Bearclaw Valley kirratchaiktitkaa

zephyra trudged across the borders until she came upon the man, this one younger than the last visitor she'd met. but strangely enough, he had the same intentions as the other; seeking leaders for a message. was that what patrols and border control was all about? playing messenger for the head honchos? 

she sized him up, head tilting to the left as he gave introductions and mentioned names she did not know. was she supposed to know them? 

"what message?" she questioned.