Dead Men Tell No Tales

Well, the raid had been a bust. The skeletal marked Wraith told the others to keep watch over the lands while she went off to get a headstart on restocking what the raiders had taken. She was none too happy about losing her stock, but alas. Insomnia had lost, and she was a woman of her word. It was only fair they take the resources they came for, she just hoped they didn't take her favorite pieces. Raids were all (mostly) in good fun, so she didn't have any hard feelings toward the former pirates. She wasn't a new alpha anymore, but she still had a lot to learn, and being diplomatic was still something she had to get used to. With her companions in tow, the group made their way a little further out from the pack in search of prey or...otherwise, to start restocking their cache.

As she passed the familiar cavern, she stopped midstep. She could smell something familiar in the air, and she looked around to figure out where he was. It was a scent she recognized, a male she had encountered several times before. Not only him, but she had learned recently that one of his sons was a member of her pack, and he was also one of the raiders she had just seen earlier at the raid. A grin began to sneak onto her lips and she giggled as she found where his scent was going. These caverns were practically like her personal playground...no doubt she knew them better than most. With that in mind, she followed the Crimson males trail to see what he was up to. The scent of blood that was in the mix also made her more curious. Was he injured? Lost? She was keen on finding out!

"Speech"