Blacktail Deer Plateau helped you with your career just a little

omg i forgot you had @Minerva here too I'M A DUMMY -- you don't have to respond to my other thread too

set tomorrow noon 

After a less-than-restful sleep in which the wrath of Mother Sea brought her dreams of angry waves, Artemis busied herself in patrolling. She rounded the plateau at a lope—and by midday, found herself on the second lap.

Her tongue lolled slightly as she dropped to a walk, thick winter pelt wind-tossed. Her blue gaze cut gimlet across the horizon, the flatlands that stretched beyond. To her back were the mountains—and did that fiery behemoth still exist beyond?

Artemis thought not. She had, after all, not yet seen the tremendous column of smoke that had risen from its mouth that day, nor the burning rock that cascaded down its side.

But perhaps the absence was simply wishful thinking: perhaps the mountain still lived, and perhaps tongues of flames now tickled her hocks.

It was an adjustment, to be sure. Minerva knew that her people oft made homes in places that would not allow for communion with the sea, as there were different branches across the islands who put the land to good use, but she had always had that connection. It was an important aspect of her own faith. Although the Mother had pushed for her to leave Her side, Minerva could not help but yearn for a reunion and all that such a moment would entail. The woman missed so much while she was here upon the plateau; but she was being forced to adapt and broaden her mind, and so she would do so. 

She had yet to meet many of the wolves here; her time had been split between conversations with Rosalyn and a proper effort to avoid most of the menfolk, of which there appeared to be few. The heart of the territory was a curious thing: reeking of wolves yet visibly barren, with spire-like trees growing all over the place, except for a few clear spots with which she could watch the stars at night or entertain herself by watching the falling snow. Minerva had been present here for only a few days but she had managed to catch a glimpse of a few wolves now - many doing patrols, or at one instance a pair of sisters harassing some of the children. She did not intervene.

The woman continued her preusal of the forest the next day, and was met by the sounds of claws upon stone. A dark shape - lined with gilded silver much the same as herself or Ostia - was busying themselves with laps. Minerva was silent as she watched the stranger move, not wanting to get involved at first. She seemed preoccupied - or bored, or both - and speaking at the wrong time could have caused them to lose focus or harm themselves. When their pace slowed and they were just beginning an about-face, Minerva stepped in to their line of sight, her own coat glimmering as the winter sun caught upon it.

Another wolf joined her, a cool argent even in the warmth of the sun. Intrigued, Artemis shifted her direction and began to stride toward the unfamiliar packmate, ears cupped high atop her head. 

Hello, sister, she greeted, her accented tongue rolling along each syllable. For she was sister to Artemis, as all women were. What did she think of a man leading this band of wolves?

She cast her eyes toward the border, then returned them to the she-wolf. Patrol with me? she offered, longing suddenly for company and camaraderie.