Kintla Flatlands wrought in stygian visions

So I was reading somewhere on here... I totally didn't realize you had played Ivarr! I used to stalk his threads. >_>

The words that followed up her statement were aggravating, but then again Echelon knew she shouldn't have been surprised. It wasn't the first time she had been politely told to step off — a warning was better than no warning. But there was a sense of obviousness that came to her that left her feeling just the tiniest bit slighted, as though she wasn't capable of acknowledging that a pack didn't take too kindly to strangers.

"Obviously," she said with a tight, thin smile. It disappeared quickly in favor of speaking more. "I'm headed towards the coast." It wasn't entirely a truth but not entirely a lie either. She really wasn't sure where she was about to head, but the coast seemed like as good of any place to start building a plan. Shifting her weight idly, she wondered if that would be the last of any interrogation or if she'd soon find herself another unwanted companion for a short duration.