Setting Sail

The island off on the horizon was truly a marvel to witness- the sun cast an ethereal glow over it, amplifying its magnitude and commanding attention. As Azoula observed it, she made a mental note to return in the next couple of days, while a frozen bridge still connected it to the mainland.

A low, rhythmic purr resonated from her chest, her eyes shifting back to Laney. She agreed with Azoula’s statement, and the tigress nodded before deciding to move on with their scouting. Motioning for her to follow, Azoula fell into a steady pace, traveling towards the heart of the sparse pines. As they traveled, they’d have to leap over fallen logs, push through snow drifts and find winding paths. Eventually, they even found a freshwater stream, which was fed by the melting icecaps in the West. It was slow progress, but it was valuable nonetheless - Azoula was mapping the area out in her mind, to report back to Sephiran later.

Reaching the center of the pines, Azoula finds a large boulder and climbs on top of it. She waits a bit longer, allowing the rest of the scouting party ample time to finish their investigations. Then, she releases a mighty, thunderous roar, commanding them back to her so they can discuss the details of their new domain.

Round 3/3

"Azoula Davati"