Silver Jungle

Legacy paddled for all she was worth, huffing at the exertion but driven as the island drew closer and closer. Finally, she dragged her sodden frame from the water and shook heavily, sending seawater flying in all directions before she pulled at the rope and tugged her supplies, carefully sealed in a waterproofed package, to the shore, pulling it open and tugging on her deerskin and the harness overtop. Ime had come along with her, watching over his friend’s yearling daughter for him, and the primate helped her into the harness and buckled it on.

Then the companion turned and started on a fire, giving her a look that suggested she stay here for a bit until she’d been dried off before she went exploring. She obliged, no fool, and, in time, her coat was plush and dry, and she turned to face the tropical island that lay on the southern coast of the west of Boreas.

The place was pretty, the sand white and soft under paw, and she could just bet there were plenty of wonderful plants to bring home.

Home.

She smiled. When she’d first arrived in Boreas, she hadn’t been sure she would be able to consider Valhalla her home, and yet… Everything about the pack, the lands, her father… was Home. Oh, she still felt the wanderlust, and followed that pull, but Aurielle’s willingness to let her explore—nay, her insistence that Legacy explore the world around Valhalla and beyond… just made the pack feel even more like home.

She padded forward, examining a jungle tree that had vines draping from its branches and trunk like necklaces, then glanced up, judging the weather. Clear, for now, but there was a cloudbank far southeast that suggested that there might be a storm rolling in by the middle of the night.

Plenty of time to explore, and she nodded to herself, pushing into the island, following a path that looked like it had plenty of interesting features to enjoy.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think