Knock, Knock

She nodded along as she led the way towards the primary den network. The thicket posed a unique set of challenges - dense foliage, some prickly thorns, and it didn't help that it abutted the Serpent Plains. Sometimes conniving snakes found their way to hidden lairs beneath the tightly packed leaves. One wrong step and you'd meet a hissing, angry reptile. "White tail... mmm. It's good when it's good, but it's so stringy and tough when it's bad," she laughed. "But following the migration sounds lovely, in its own way. I imagine it's taken you all across Boreas." They finally pulled up at the main den sites. A few holes pockmarked the ground, most half-hidden underneath the overhanging thicket. "Here we are! You're free to den here or on any of our lands, but this is the closest pocket of dens from the border. Feel free to find me if you need anything." Theory gave her another warm smile before turning to leave. Brander was still sorely missed... it would be nice to have another strong hunter to begin to fill the void he'd left behind.