Ronan was lost. Now, he'd never admit as much but wherever he'd been wandering, searching, he was pretty sure- well, it could be it. Maybe. Except by then his search felt...pointless, other than if he indeed found whatever it was he was looking for it'd feel like nothing more than a congratulatory pat on the shoulder. Yes he might be right, but did he want to be? Nope. Never again, he didn't like or no these people here but no one deserved that.

Let go.

Far easier said than done right?

He exhaled, his nose wrinkling with the putrid scent that made his fur feel tight at the pores. So if he wasn't searching, what should he do then? Employment, a purpose felt like a good place to start. Something more than this, because he knew full well those who'd died would have lived better than he ever could.

Ronan stepped carefully over the bones, intent on keeping a respectful distance from the steaming pile of bone melting soup.

Desponia hadn't been far beyond the pack borders in a bit, something about having young kids kinda didn't let her do that. Especially when she wanted to keep the amount of times she foisted them off on her family to a minimum but damn if she wasn't going stir crazy. She wanted to be away from all of them right now. So she'd swallowed her damn pride, found the first wolf who'd take them and then gotten the fuck out of there. And then she'd just gone ultimately going further than she'd initially intended but it had taken until she'd nearly stumbled right into another pack to make her feel she'd gone far enough.

Not that Desponia liked where she'd found herself. The landscape was dreary to say the least. Not to mention the overwhelming strong scent that overpowered everything. She was here now though so might as well do a little exploring. At least that made it slightly easier to convince herself she didn't need to go back right away, gave her a reason to excuse staying out for however long she would. Didn't make the sights less than ideal. As Desponia continued she found more and more skeletons dotting the landscape around her. The woman wasn't sure exactly what any of it could mean, but something about it felt... Intentional? She didn't know and didn't get a lot of time to really ponder it when she rounded one of the stone spires to see... him.

The heavy tar scent had masked any sign of his path, if Desponia had known he'd be here she'd have turned around and braved the little creatures he'd given her. But she hadn't, and there he was. "Fuck!" It was meant to be under her breath but in the eerie silence, broken only by the bubbling tar it felt louder than that.


"Speech"

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Nova wandered through this dangerous place, a place not many would consider roaming into. Yet she was here for something specific. Knowing that many creatures had found their end here, she had the idea of collecting fur from the deceased, furs she could use for bedding and more confectioning. Life for her didn't turn around only fighting, she was also one who found crafting an entertaining thing to do, as the mind had as much if not more use than the raw strength, and thus she liked to exercise it just as much as her muscles.

She explored, finding a few dead ungulates. Some are safely far enough from the smoking tar pits. Carefully she navigated through the bones before finding solid footing. There she inspected the dead animals to pick the best to skin.

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+10 Collected an item to be used in crafting something unrelated to other skills(Bedding/blanket)

"speech"

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