East Side, West Side, Best Side

Natha didn't expect to be back in Boreas and yet here she was. Instinctively she'd wandered back to one of the usual places she'd hung out at. With a gracefully leap she climbed high up into the trees, sending birds and squirrels scattering at her presence until at last she found a nice perch. It was a lovely day. Her ears flicked. A lovely, yet noisier day than she'd expected. Of course, the cat had no idea that a wolf pack was holding a festival in the woods. Still, she liked to be up high and there were few unique places to really perch in this part of the north unless she were to head over to the red woods. There had been no word yet from the gang but she knew it would come. In the mean time she'd just rest and wait. She had a debt to pay back after all. They'd helped her with her injuries and now she'd help them here, here in this new land just ripe for the taking.

As she settled to stillness the birds slowly began to return, their songs filling up the summer air.