The Measure of Intelligence is the Ability to Change
[Intellect Expansion]
Identification
Memory
Master Intellectual (250)
Expert Hunter (130)
3 Years
Female
175
Disaster
| Winter nights, we sang in tune Identification stood there listening as the others gathered close. Looking up towards that of the willow trees were the branchs had hung lower than other. Her eyes of emerald scanning over each and every single one. Taking in their width and possible structure and if they would bare the weight of the wolves that called Insomnia home. Her twin peaks shift upon her cranium as she turned to see Atticus even though she didn't completely know any of their names he had carried himself with dignity. The large brute spoke up soon enough, taking in their surroundings. He was correct, it did hold a lot of potential for the pack. Then that of a smaller wolf had spoken up. They all were right with their observations of the willows. "The branches of the willows could offer more protection during a raid or a battle." The cream woman hopped onto a low lying branch. The limb was large enough for her to walk across but only a short distant, and with that she was semi hidden. "I mean, during raids we could hide up here or even during hunting. And these branches we could use to help with hunting. I mean if we decide to make snares or traps." Identification moved to were she jumped onto the branch and jumped down off the limb of the willow. "The area however is easy for flooding, sure there are things that could be done to prevent that." Identification stated with a low tone. But the area was prime, even if the drought sucked life from everything. |
