All we are is what we made

Atreyu moved like living liquid through the lands of Boreas until she had come to the place the locals called Fern Gulley, with Azriel and Bigs in tow. This was one place the band could settle for a while and not have to worry about running out of resources. From what she had seen there was still plenty of prey here despite the summer heat and the plant life seemed to be hanging on. Looking back to see how far behind her Azriel was, Atreyu smiled hopefully. This would be their next place, there were small streams that still ran thanks to the storms that blew through, Azriel might have a few choice words about it.

Tilting her head back, she called for the rest of the Judilian Band to join her. Dear family and friends who were helping her to build a kingdom of their own. She was proud of each of them, but now was a time to buckle down. Summer would lead to fall and fall to winter, there was much preparing to do. The spotted dire woman lowered her head after her song and waited for her family to come.

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"Atreyu" || "Azriel"