Along the Shoreline

Raisa looks well enough, Virgil notes fondly. It is good to see the woman has upheld her wellbeing, even with a rogue life, but then again she supposes the former Queen may have become more of a present figure than a past one. Perhaps she has a pack of her own now. She mentions her company being good, and Virgil cannot help but feel flattered. ?Ah, it compares not to your company. I could use a welcome site in this place. I plan to move the fuck away,? she sighs. The North is much too crowded, much too cold. The West will suit her better, and it will provide her with warmth, and isolation. No other packs exist there, and it will be her domain.
She reclines onto her haunches, showing her comfort level with the situation. She offers congratulations, and Virgil smiles. ?I will be sure to return the favor,? she tells her. ?Where would you intend to set up your pack?? she asks Raisa, hoping that it will not be all that far from the West.