the mountains are calling

Norad, also in Auster, she gave the man a grin and a nod of her head, tucking the information away to offer to Gilgamesh later. She knew Flurry would be choosing the next target, but it couldn't hurt to keep in mind. The summer would be leaving them soon and the southern packs would be a more appealing target. There was also the bamboo pack the Pirates had raided for the first birthday of the older litters. They had options for the colder months that didn't mean slogging through snow. So far, she was glad she had come, reaching out to sip at the offered mead.

While the Raiders were known for their alcohol, Modesty was a lightweight and often abstained in preference of herbal remedies. She couldn't remember much of her trip to Ashen, not much worth remembering anyway... Still, the sweet drink had as much of a kick as any of the raiders brew, smoother and sweeter than the hot kick in the throat that came with their usual fare, this was perhaps even stronger. It was certainly a flavour. She pulled a questioning face, “Honey?” as she took another drink, feeling the effects almost immediately and grinning a little foolishly. The way her words slipped already it could have been mistaken for a term of endearment. “I must warn you, I don't drink often...”

“Speech.”