Lake Rodney Kill Wanheda, and you command death.

no worries! <3

praimfaya squints against the unrelenting shine of the midday as she makes her way into lake rodney. while the fen offers ample prey opportunities for the wolves that now, tentatively, call it home she still surveys the territories that border ( what will become ) roangeda. for hunting sources, for potential recruits. she knows ingram or henwen have a better chance of pulling in recruits than her but she sees it as her duty. as the future wanheda, as her mother's daughter. this was her idea: to continue the pursuit of what her mother had sought to built though something easier had been offered to her. she could've joined another pack but that felt like giving up on her destiny, on what she felt was all she had left of blodreina.

she veers towards the treeline, aiming to seek shelter in the shadow of the canopy before the sight — and scent — of another catches her attention. praimfaya switches directions then suddenly and begins to lope towards the stranger — stopping a more than ample distance away — letting out a hei! in greeting as she is wont to do with any stranger.