Colorful Days

Brandr was tracking. He'd scented some elk skirting around the borders of the serpent plains and was intent on finding their location and to determine i they still remained in the territory or were just passing through. It was possible that as they foraged for sustenance in the cooler weather they'd move through the plains, searching for whatever they could find. That meant food for the wolves. Of course he'd have to see if he could rally a larger group next time.

He was moving toward a stream that ran through the territory when he caught sight of a pale woman in the distance. Brandr scented the wind, nostrils flaring, she was of Abaven and he felt his limbs relax. Brandr had been trained to fight and hunt so that he could take his father's place in the pack but even so he'd always preferred hunting to fighting and wasn't looking to engage a trespasser in battle. He loped casually toward the woman and called out.

"Hello? Hi there, are you out for a walk?"