I'm never gonna catch my breath

Atreyu wandered through the sparse woods of Aspen Dam, appreciating the beauty of the place and the bounty of the Austerean springtime. Birds sang in the trees and flitted around in the underbrush, squirrels ran up the trees and barked their warnings with their flicking fuzzy tails, she could hear the crooning song of a peacock not far away. She could smell the bovine scent of gaur in the distance, listening to the droning calls of the massive cattle with a lick of her lips. If her band could bring one of those down, they could feast for a week!

With birthdays right around the corner, Atreyu wanted to start preparations for the party and the remembrance feasts. Perhaps, after her morning rituals she could organize a hunt, or something to get her band moving. They would need it if Azriel's plans were to be fruitful. She certainly didn't want to send any of her wolves out just to get beat up. As a whole Judila needed some work, though they weren't in too bad of shape. If they were to become the weapons she needed though, they would need to hone their skills and talents. Letting out a call, Atreyu announced her need for company today. She wondered who would show up, perhaps a couple of healers or maybe her fighters would appear? Who ever it was, she would be glad to see anyone right now. Everybody counted toward keeping Judila afloat - ironically including the very man who tried to tear it down in the first place.

OOC: Anyone is welcome! Hunting or fighting skills encouraged!
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