cogs greased and turning
08-23-2015, 09:05 AM
Unburdened somewhat, Katja and Kassander continued further south and east from Imperium lands to find the lands of the pack Warja had spoken of when they'd been planning their raid. Oh, Katja was still interested in raiding them, if possible - a trade agreement with anyone would do little to curb pirating by Yfir wolves, as they would all come to learn eventually. But, she knew little of them still, and little of what they might have to offer the northern pack. So, trailing a dutiful Kassander with his companions and his similar burden of jars, she made her way to the border of the plains the pack had claimed. Standing just back of it's edge, she lifted her head to scent the wind blowing toward her, carrying the scent of plentiful prey and lush summer grass. Hm, that was indeed a possibility then, particularly as the lands began to ease toward fall and the north's supply of food dropped.
Seating herself, and feeling the burden of jars shift and settle, she lifted her head in a polite call to this unknown alpha and their pack.
(OOC: will post Kass later, assume he is there, his fox is there, and his teeny tiny lemur is there on his head ^_^)
Seating herself, and feeling the burden of jars shift and settle, she lifted her head in a polite call to this unknown alpha and their pack.
(OOC: will post Kass later, assume he is there, his fox is there, and his teeny tiny lemur is there on his head ^_^)