There is no secret ingredient

*Sigrún* · (This post was last modified: 07-30-2020, 03:25 AM by Sigrún.)

The Armada had proved itself to be an interesting place thus far, and with her paws busy helping Sedna restore the garden, well... she hadn't found the time to be bored. Surely that time would come, but for now she was content to settle into this new world.

As Mortis' call echoed through the pack lands, Sigrún shook the dirt from her coat. She'd been busy turning over the soil in preparation for some new herbs, but her work was quickly forgotten as she turned toward the sound. Aside from the curious tilt of her head the yearling wasted no time heading in his direction, wondering what she was being summoned for.

It was the first time she'd been able to get a good look at the plains since her initial walk of the borders, and it did not disappoint. Pawprints hinted at scuffles within each of the marked off areas. It smelled like sweat and adrenaline had soaked into the sand, forming a permanent scent marker of its own. This place was no joke.

Sig had no trouble finding Mortis once she arrived, his coat dark against the light-colored sand. Her plush tail picked up speed as her head tilted to the side, questioning why he had called.
"Speech"

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