Sooner or later

Atreyu moved through the forest of weeping willows, her paws silent against the leaf litter as she padded along. She moved confidently through the woods, though her ears were on a constant swivel as it was getting darker and there could be other predators nearby. The spotted dire woman kept a sharp eye on the shadows, both ahead and behind her. Azriel had so far kept his promise, always seeming to lurk in the shadows just out of sight. Atreyu knew she was getting close to the border of Obscura, though she only knew because the scent of Scylla was filtering heavily through the trees.

Lifting her head she called for the Sovereign, a friendly call for a possible ally. She had yet to tell the smaller woman about her band forming, it was exciting news, and Atreyu needed to gain allies for her future to be cemented. Forming political ties wasn't her strong suit, but she was doing her best. Maybe she worried over nothing, but if the demon king ever did come for them, Atreyu wanted the odds in her favor this time, and for that she would need friends in this land.

OOC: I need to get better at starters XD
"Talking."