Ready or not
02-07-2016, 06:39 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-14-2016, 04:12 PM by Surreal.)
She'd set out on a long patrol, then decided to take it one step further and make a quick visit to the other packs. It would be intelligence gathering and disseminating, nothing more, but the star-wolf Mithras' visit had alerted her to the formation of new packs. The world was ever moving, and she had been bound to Yfir for far too long with her young litter. They were old enough now to be on a diet largely consisting of meat, so they were no longer dependent on her for sustenance. They would be fine with the pack watching them while she made her rounds, and with her milk drying up she was beginning to return to her usual angular, slim shape. A long journey would help her to regain her endurance now as well. She'd made her way south and west, skirting the territory she recognized as belonging to Mithras Aeris and his pack. He had chosen fertile lands, and they would likely suit the sort of pack he had described his as. A learned pack. She could not entirely disapprove of the concept but she was disinterested herself. It would surely fall into the same trap of soft weakness as Alacratian packs often did. She had a thought to drop in on Mithras and offer him a spar to test his abilities and see where they stood as a threat, but she had spoken to him recently enough that there'd be little else to offer, and so she continued on her scouting mission. She was stopped by a new border in an old territory, a new pack claiming the lands Hellstrom had laid claim to not long past. She sampled the scent, and was amused to find it layered with Surreal's scent. So the woman had found the power she had craved after all. She considered penetrating the invisible barrier of the territory's border to test them, but ultimately decided against it for now. She knew too little about this pack to take such an immediate risk. She knew the lands well enough already that there was no real justification for such a trespass. Instead she circled the borders of the pack silently, probing the scents that marked it for as much information as she could gather through scent alone. Many of the scents were the same as they had been when it was simply Surreal and her family, but it seemed the woman had managed to gain several unrelated followers after all. She scent-marked the outside-side of a bush that had already been marked on the inside-side by Surreal's pack as a border marker, a mix of faint whimsy and bold statement of the wolf, literally, on their doorstep. Kapra would probably appreciate the gesture and find amusement in it, though to her the focus was less on amusing herself and more on appearances. She took care to scrape the ground there with her hindclaws as well, adding a visual mark to reinforce the scent. She'd been offended by the offer of a bribe when last she'd met up with this pack's alpha, and she was making her displeasure clear in the faint threat implied by the mark. Not that she actually intended to seek to take the woman's pack lands from her in a siege - full out war was not Katja's way and she was by no means interested in it, but the show of force was there, well enough. Her unspoken statement made, she moved on along the border, lifting her muzzle to call imperiously for the alpha or her representative. She had business with them. |
