The Greatest [PACK HUNT AND GATHERING]

Karabela scrambled up to the ledge as she completed her patrol around the border. Slowly the Chieftan began to work her way back up towards her den now that the borders had been freshly marked. She still had a bit of fall cleaning yet to do. Raba sighed. So much to do and so little time and every day she found herself questioning. As Raba's eyes turned to the north she eyed the Red Forest for a moment, feeling her breath catch in her throat. She had yet to venture deep inside it. She lurked around the border when it was Yfir's territory, when she talked with her aunt Aserlín and walked through the outer south side when scouting out the terra when Yfir's scent faded. Dare she go back?

Karabela cringed suddenly as it suddenly dawned on her what was really, truly eating at her. She'd never visited the grave of her mother or half-brother. Her breath slipped in past her teeth in a sharp gasp. The bear… the blood… visions started to flash before a summoning howl snapped her out of her head. Dagmær?

Raba quickly raced toward the call, limbs pumping furiously as if she could outrun the thoughts the had moments ago threatened to drown her. Panting she arrived to see… a rather disappointing gathering. Well… she supposed the others were still settling in. "Nia, Dagmær, good to see you! What have you found for us niece?"

"Speech"