This One's For Our Sins

Karabela eyed the darkening clouds above her as the fog rolled in thicker. The air was moist and thick with the scent of an approaching rain. Shifting through the thick underbrush she slipped down under tendrils of hanging moss and over a fallen tree as she scented the air, intent on gaining her bearings. The Chieftain of Ivory Ridge was on her way to the buffalo knolls, intent on scouting out the bison herds and seeing if perhaps she could organize an inter-pack hunt for the larger creatures but with winter approaching ever more swiftly she doubted there was time. Perhaps it was an idea to save for later.

Raba froze, golden eyes narrowing as she peered into the misty darkness of the forest before she shifted her direction to the west. It was quiet here, far more quiet than it had a right to be as the autumn still rested warm in the south so why weren't there any birds or bugs about? Bleck… what on earth had she gotten herself into this time?

"Speech"