Rolling Stone

Drat! Karabela gazed down a particularly nasty slope. She'd been tracking some mountain goat but it seemed the group she had been following had managed to give her the slip. Not that it would've been to hard. The scent was faded by the time she caught it and part of her knew that this was most likely a lost cause but the trail led to an, until now, unexplored area and the young alphess was unable to help herself. Ah… well… with a sigh she turned and headed back toward the densite when on her way back she spied Tonrar resting on a nearby ledge.

Karabela hoped everyone was settling in well. She knew her tendency to wander could make her seem distant but she hoped she wasn't too off-putting to her members. "Hey Tonrar! How are you this fine day? Settling in well?"

"Speech"