Living On The Wind

Harbringr didn't find her definition of a pack to far from the mark. While he'd never belonged to a nomadic group his pack, Ashen, was mostly comprised of family members with a few odd ducks here and there that weren't at the very least married into the family. He nodded solemnly at the mention of the volcano. "Yea, I don't think anyone expected the bloody thing to erupt." He'd just been grateful that his family was far enough away not to have suffered too much.

Hari settled in and listened as Thistle explained that the possibility for symbols was endless. It might be something worth discussing with Deathbelle, especially when it came to the archipelago. Different islands could be marked depending on their uses. Main pathways, the amount of prey, and of course anything that might mean danger. So far he hadn't run into too many other predators on the islands. He'd glanced a bear or two moving through the territories around the Shrine but they'd never stayed for long.

"Thank you, Thistle for your wise instruction. I have a rabbit hide, a partial deer hide, and half a pound of deer jerky with me. Which of these strikes your fancy? After that I'd best be on my way but if you're ever in the vicinity of the Dove Archipelago or the Shrine feel free to look me up!"