The patrols here... Jael would be the first to admit that she didn't want anything to do with them. Even standing here now made her nervous. Shifting her weight over her paws, head on a swivel. Always looking over her shoulder. Chest tight. Her anxiety was warranted, given what had happened the last time she was here. The Raiders knew this area, many of them having once before called it home. It was familiar to them, known well. She wouldn't deny that it was a promising start.
Moving to a rise in the black sands, Jael would stand atop a dune. The vantage point giving her a better understanding of the land around them, peering curiously in all directions. "Where we go next should be determined by the things we're lacking. What are your biggest imports, what things do the islands not provide?" If they were using the beach as a foothold on the mainland, and they had ample options to move inland, then it would make the most sense to lay out all the data and compare.
Feeling rather exposed on her rise, Jael returns to hover close to Gil's side. Right, still anxious. Doing better, but still anxious.
As her keepers, Gilgamesh and Modesty may join any of Jael’s threads if they deem necessary.
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