Some Things You Let Go In Order To Live [Ivory Ridge]

Morning sunlight spilled brightly across the steppe, casting sharp shadows on the strange stone formations that surrounded her.  She was standing near the heart of the Stone Steppe after completing a circuit around the newly marked territory before she lifted her head to the sky and howled out her claim.  It was both claim and summons for her members to explore their new territory.  This territory would be their primary hunting grounds, it had a number of suitable prey species, deer, antelope and even wild horses.  Of course with the dry summer hunting would be difficult but not nearly as difficult as it had been in Fenrir's Maw.  They were managing but she worried with each passing day for her members and the reality of severe injury would only continue to grow.

Winter would be upon them soon and they still had much work to do.  She had to expand the territory and felt the steppe was her best option.  She'd noticed mountain goat and big sheep occasionally dropping in altitude for the grasses that grew towards the mountains base.  With the claiming of the steppe she now had a track of land from the tops of Fenrir's Maw down to the smoother lands of the steppe and everything in between.  She hoped her members would be pleased with this.  Karabela gently wound her way around a column.  These ruins… she didn't know what to make of them but there was a curious energy about the place and she couldn't help but wonder if there were treasure buried around here somewhere.

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