Blackwater Islands Leviticus

She gives a quiet 'thanks', to Nayavanti as she is adjusted. It feels rather cold once the woman has backed away.

I've decided that I will travel to the mainland, speak to the packs there. Or rather Nayavanti would speak for her. Visala did not speak outside of this small circle of wolves; her voice far too precious to be sullied by unworthy ears. I would like them to know of us, for me to be able to understand them. Though she surely would not allow them to understand her.

My trip will not be long, and I will call back often. She takes a moment to ponder. There is nothing else, and so she stands. With the awkward press of paws to the ground, she soon turns and enters her den.

She will find more wolves, new members. They will succeed.