Redsand Canyon Stomping Grounds young and Old

Whrist watched her leave with distaste in her maw. She had been hoping that the wolf would come with her and either explain her advice or be tribute to her grandmaster. Perhaps she could bring him here and drag here to the packlands despite any objections she might have. Then again she owed something to this wolf so it might be best if she never see her again.

The black wolf mulled over the femme's words as she picked up her fledging and made haste in the direction further away from the pack lands she needed to search the entirety of the teekon wilds if she were to find her quarry