I gots you some cookies

She'd continued her meandering route across the continent, exploring old haunts and scouting as she went, until her path brought her to an old ally of Ebony. Abaven. At first glance over the border she could see the sullen remnants of flooding, and indeed could hardly catch the scent of the border over the odor of mud. For a moment she thought it possible that Abaven had disbanded - possibly destroyed by the flood - or moved to drier lands, until she finally located a scent marker. She snorted in disgust at the mucky smell, muzzle wrinkling. All the more reason to be drawn to the north - it had been a slushy spring, but nothing like this... flooding, muddy mess. Perhaps they would hold off until summer to begin their raids, to avoid fighting in this slog. Frankly she was surprised Bass had stuck it out here instead of moving to higher ground, considering how soft and spoiled much of his pack seemed to be. No matter - she had business with him, and she would not let a bit of muck stop her from it. Rather than try to find a way out of and around the muddy floodplain, she stayed, though certainly she did not subject herself to the indignity of sitting in the mud, while she called out for the pale alpha, and for Yfir's young healer. It was well past time for Kassander to return to the pack, and she might as well collect him while she was in the east.