Taking What I Want, Calling It My Own

Once again the seasons were changing. Autumn moved into the north as spring swung round to the south. Birna was on her way north to catch the snow in the high mountains and do some hunting. She planned to steer clear of the strange spires that had appeared in the middle of Boreas. The sun was sinking low and red in the horizon, in the eeriness it had held for weeks now. Birna altered her path to go through the gulley when she heard a fierce roar. Her round ears twitched as she recognized the voice as Raumr. So he was establishing a pride?

Birna had been considering joining a wolf pack but never was quite able to bring herself to do so. A pride however? That she would be more willing to give a shot. Padding softly toward the source of the call she found Raumr as well as a few other felines gathered nearby. With a chuff of greeting she offered a gentle smile. "I hope your group has room for another hunter."