vagabond battleborn

Kaskara had been hidden in the shadows for some time, watching the comings and goings of the wildlife around her. It was then that she spotted the white wolf pausing at the borders. Normally, she would be hunting or checking in on Paarthurnax at this time, but with tensions running high with Shadow, she was careful to keep her border as secure as possible. Today, after her customary tour of the entire pack land, she had decided to watch the southern approach for any possible trespassers.

This wolf did not seem to be one of those, however. He paused well away from the marker that she and her brother had clearly laid out for the benefit of others, marking the border between neutral territory and that of Swiftcurrent Creek. The ghost of a wolf was large, even from this distance, with muscles that rippled beneath his coat as he moved. Kas wondered briefly if she could claim him for one of their own, or if he was simply passing through the wilds before settling elsewhere for the winter.

After watching him for a few moments, Kaskara decided to let herself be known. She slipped from the shadows and moved into sight, allowing her own large and well-muscled body be bathed in sunlight as she picked her way down the shallow slope toward him. Her coat was dark chocolate, dusted in silver across her back, and her eyes flashed two-toned as she stopped a few yards from him. "Glad to see some wolves still teach border manners. Lately, there's been too many ignorant youths claiming they knew no better when they trespass."

Kaskara studied him briefly, allowing her body to stand rigid against the wind, for once letting the mantle of her rank settle on her shoulders. "I am Kaskara, beta of this pack. Have you come looking for a home for winter or are you simply passing through?" Either way, she didn't mind intercepting him. Kaskara liked meeting others, especially loners; it kept the boredom of the mundane at bay.