Lion Head Mesa lokma, manda

Pack howl! Feel free to participate as much or as little as you'd like, I'll close this next week if there's no more activity
@Safiya @Dracarys @Disa @Panacea + Serein, + Defne

The belongings of Verapaz had been moved to the mesa, the lake below would be prepared for planting, and the various caves and tunnels would soon be scouted for dens. All that was left for now was to gather, and to celebrate.

Pacing his new borders, Kemal tossed up his head and howled. A call for Verapaz to join him in song, a warning to surrounding packs, reassurance sent to Safiya - they were waiting for her.

He felt sure that life here was worth the work it took. They were closer to the heart of things, the land had life. More dispersals would pass through, more potential warriors, maybe even potential husbands and wives for who lived here now.

Staring out at the setting sun, the Aguila promised himself that the right decision had been made. Hadn't it?