Take another picture, drop it on your tongue

Since life didn't seem to feel like delivering any amusement or purpose to her doorstep, Alis was beginning to think she ought to go out and hunt one or the other down herself. Staking out a spot in Auster and just focusing on herself had been enjoyable, therapeutic even, but it was time to go out and do things. The first of many potential ideas had, oddly enough, been to go investigate who all was in her immediate area. While she wasn't keen on sticking herself in among a bunch of pack wolves like some sad little sheep who wanted a new leader, it did feel reasonable enough to know who her neighbors were. If some conflict happened at her doorstep she didn't want it to surprise her.

Sitting a half-pace from the border, Alis yawned and studied it for a bit. Before she'd caught two pack scents trailing about through Auster, but now there was only one. Hey, fewer neighbors meant more lands were accessible, so she wasn't about to complain. In fact, Alis was vaguely curious. Tipping her head back, she howled for the alpha and then sat back to wait, red eyes still scanning the area for clues about the residents while she waited. They smelled like that drowned dwarf she'd found... interesting.