Bitter Travel

Warm southern winds beckoned Karabela to take her wanderings north where summer had yet to fully settle. The east was tepid and the air of the Maw still fresh and cool thanks to the altitude but it didn't stop her incessant wandering. Ivory Ridge had grown quiet again. She was getting used to the waxing and waning of pack activity and it might have bothered her if it weren't for the gathering she'd been planning for months with the leader of Fiori. A joint training and chance to meet new faces would surely enliven the small, trade-faring pack. Speaking of trading, Karabela was going to go through their stores and start the process of trading goods with their trade partners. She made a mental note to start going through when she got back, if she wasn't to tired.

Slipping through the tangle of trees Karabela sighed lightly to herself. Each new day her heart stirred with the urge to explore and each new day her paws took her farther and farther from her pack. She was beginning to wonder if she was really meant for a leadership role. There was one solace at least, her nightmares had grown fainter and her wandering had taken on a sense of peace, she no longer felt as if she were trying to get away from something.

Ebony shoulders rolled languidly forward as Karabela paused to stretch. Should she turn back? Eyeing the sun she decided she still had time before it was her shift to patrol the borders. Turning to head farther north she caught the scent of another wolf, male. Oh? So she wasn't alone? Curious she followed the scent to come upon a dark-pelted male and an owl. "Hello, there! Admiring the forest?"


"Speech"