LORD, I AM CLIMBING HIGH MOUNTAINS TRYING TO GET HOME Trying to get home...   Night had fallen across the battlefield and Lyndvarr lay atop the rock pile that was hiding the siblings temporary den. He was feeling a bit guilty. All this time on the battlefield and no leads as to where he could find their aunt or their mother. However, it didn't seem prudent to just randomly start wandering across a foreign continent and just pray to run into those he sought. Though perhaps he should have more faith in the gods. Lynd's head turned upward to admire Nott's cloak. All the blood he'd spilled so far, surely that would be a fair offering to receive some information if not summon the woman he sought here? Feeling restless Lynvarr got to his feet and took off for an evening stroll.

Kreft would be leaving pack territory for the first time in a while, for some reason pack life had changed him. He preferred to stay in his den than go outside and interact with other wolves, but before he joined Sonticus he wandered a lot. Either way he was wandering now, Kreft would come across a brown field that smelled delightful, most wolves might find the smell of blood disgusting. But Kreft found the smell as wonderful as another wolf would find the smell of a flower, he would spot another wolf about 20 feet away. They didn’t quite look like the fighting type what were they doing here?

LORD, I AM CLIMBING HIGH MOUNTAINS TRYING TO GET HOME Trying to get home...   Moonlight pierced through the darkness, lending some light to the shadowy terrain. As a soft spring breeze stirred the land it brought with it the scent of an approaching wolf. Lyndvarr turned to see a fair-sized earthen male step out from the shadows. Lynd could feel the other man eyeing him, sizing him up. The snowy male grinned… well… if this wolf was looking for a worthy opponent he found himself one. Lynvarr moved several steps forward. "You looking for a fight?" He set his defenses and eyed the shorter male. "C'mon! Show me what you've got!"