Naudir let her gaze fall upon the rich red wood of the trees around her as memories flitted in and out of her head. She would either build her den here in these woods or nearby in the Waterfall Peak. There was the Gale Gorge but she didn't care much for the wind and was no healer so the location wasn't of a great benefit to her. The sound of approaching movement caught her attention as she turned to see her sister Ásvor standing there. The other woman offered her a faint smile which she returned with a nod and a tired smile of her own. "We seem to have the worst luck don't we? I wish the gods would send us some sort of sign."
