To the batcave

Now that the festival was over, she took the time to explore the land before returning to Lirim territory. Truthfully, the whole vent had worn her out. She was still surprised that she'd managed to place in the race, but she supposed that the beach had been so crowded it was easy enough to wriggle her way to the front. Now that dawn was rising, the foliage was easier to identify. Most wolves had left the island or were finally resting after a night of revelry.

Trudging onward, Rags noted the different trees and bushes that populated the island. Everything smelled lush, even though there was a hint of autumn's frost in the air. Smiling to herself, she caught the scent of a stranger. He also seemed to be heading inland, so Rags trailed after him. Now that she had found her place in Lirim, she found herself wanting to branch out a little bit. It would be good to make friends. Noting how the sand shifted to pebbled soil as she moved inland, Rags caught his scent again. It was stronger now.

Cocking her head to the side, she thought she heard a rustling up ahead. "Hello?" She called out softly, ambled awkwardly through the undergrowth.

1/3 navigation - exploring territory
1/3 intellect - meeting new wolf