4/24/2025, 7:13 PM
SKILL Ranger 1/5 Isaiah but AW since on borders
the wind tasted different here.
it curled along the jagged slope, threading its way between the bone-white roots of ancient pines and the narrow ledges that clung to the mountainside like broken teeth. a bite in the air, sharper than the sea, carried something else now—something warmer. headier.
pheromones.
morwenna halted beneath the shadow of the crag, her pale fur lit dimly by the midday haze. her breath came even, but slow, and her ears tilted forward to catch every rustle in the brush, every creak of bough or stone. wolves had marked this place. not long ago.
her nostrils flared. yes. recent. a clan had claimed the southern heights.
she stepped no further—for now. her paws held to the frost-laced stone, muscles coiled beneath the heavy wrap of her shoulders. the scent was unfamiliar, but not wild. not feral. it bore the structure of pack, of dominion. her moonfire eyes narrowed.
she was not trespassing yet.
she tilted her head back and exhaled a breath through her nose, contemplative. then began to circle slowly along the border. observing. calculating.
this peak did not belong to the saatsine, nor to any valley creed she knew. but something in her marrow whispered: she would not go unseen for long.