Making tracks

With the season's change, Deluge was officially now an adult. She had expected some sort of change, perhaps a settling of her itchy paws or sudden clarity in her purpose, what happened instead was... well, more of the same. She didn't feel any larger or wiser, but as dawn broke on her second year, she wondered, was she really doing the right thing leaving her family behind?

Not to worry, she didn't have enough crew yet, if they were going to make something of themselves, particularly going into the colder months, then she would need numbers on her side. Without the lead up to winter to prepare, they would rely solely on their ability to raid to get by... (or they would have to migrate south, that could be an option too... why not both?) Before setting anything in stone though, she would use the cover or her natal pack to scout out others in the region, taking stock of their numbers and resources to pass back to her father, after all, they were raiders too, and it never hurt to keep an ear to the ground.

Taking a break from her travels though, was due, and as the sun sank low across the dried up lake, causing the travelling stones to throw long shadows, her glow became more evident. She reclined in the middle of the lake, no cover in sight, and turned her eyes towards the awakening stars.

“Speech”