Roll Away Your Stone

Autumn rolled in deceptive and sweet. While the days were shifting summer seemed to continue its hold. Valdís was antsy. Something about the shift in the weather was causing her to pace and though there was plenty to do she found herself uncertain where to start. After pacing a few more times she headed down to the Stone Steppe to begin her patrol. After she scouted the southern border she intended to head farther inland and investigate the ruins and if they could pose any strategic advantage should the Crew be attacked. She rather doubted there was a better place to dwell than high up in the Maw where the vast majority of the lowland wolves would be at a disadvantage and could likely fall to their own deaths but it never hurt to be prepared.

Good grief, she could use a spar or a work out or something. The silence was starting to drive her crazy! As Valdís dipped down into the steppe she spied a figure moving in the distance. One of the older members…. whose name she could not remember. Had they even been introduced? She wasn't sure. She trotted towards the man and called out.
"Hey! How's it going? You out on patrol?"

"Speech"