After meeting with Ignita and gathering the pack of goods and samples that were to be brought to Avalon, Wynter set out with a set of bags laid across her back like saddlebags. Rosemary hopped along beside her through the whole trip, the arctic jackalope proving herself to be a pretty loyal companion all things considered. The hare was a newer addition to her life and had popped up just in time for her to begin her journeys across Boreas. She wasn't sure yet how helpful a jackalope would be in a fight, but she had seen just how fast she was so if worse came to worse she could at least run to get help.

The trip to Avalon's border wasn't a very long one since she only had to skirt around the edge of the battlefield and the plateau to get here, but it was still farther than she had ever been from Armada's lands on her own so it felt exciting all the same. As she reached the fringes of the range where she caught the marked border of the pack, Wynter stopped and slid the pack from her back with a sigh. The bag was pretty heavy with all of the different samples of their work that Ignita had put together–or heavy enough to feel that way after a long walk. After shaking out her coat to make sure she looked presentable and a quick glance behind her to make sure Rosemary was sitting politely as well she looked back to the territory in front of her to call for Corbie so she could make her delivery.

"Wynter Carpathius"

The voice calling from the border was unfamiliar, but Corbie had been expecting an Armada wolf to stop by any time now, so she wasn't surprised to hear the call. She left Tam and Ayer to continue to feed the sheep, while she and Ren quickly cleaned themselves up - it wasn't particularly leaderly of her to show up looking like a haystack - and took off to answer the call. The young, earnest seeming female waiting there for her smelled of the Armada, and Corbie gave a bright welcoming smile. "Hello. I'm Corbie Silverwind, alpha of Avalon. I'm assuming Basilisk sent you?"