Where to Begin?

She had forged her way east once more. Not yet to see Bass, but to visit the old Threar lands, now vacant and desolate, no longer the home it had once smelled like from beyond the borders. Novella and Frith’s scents were faded, stale; they had been gone since the Challenge, by her guess. But there were still some fresh scents that she remembered being part of the border; packs wolves now homeless. All because someone saw their pack as an easy mark. Out of habit, she howled at the old border, before crossing into the Bay. She had never been within the lands Threar had held under their rule. She had only visited the pack’s location once, to meet with Frith about her plans and her hopes for at least a peace treaty.

A fresh scent caught her nose, one of those that had been part of Threar, and on a whim, she followed the young male’s scent until she found him, sitting alone upon the shore of the sea. She paused, watching the pale fellow for a moment before approaching, stopping a short distance away; close enough to make conversation, far enough away to show respect. Settling her haunches into the sand, she gazed out to the water, watching the gulls and terns wheeling and skimming the water for their meals. She would let him speak first should he wish. Otherwise, shje was content to be silent company for a short while.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think