It was good to be home. Home. She takes in a deep breath as she stood among its heights, admiring this place in the same manner Raisa did now.

Journey had not been in Northfall in quite some time. Had even missed the birthing of her nephew and nieces, whom still she felt she needed to form true connections with now that they were no longer little bundles of fur forced to listen to her lullabies and stories of lives past. Her duties often left her far beyond the pack's claim, as its Ambassador. Her time away even as the world ripped itself apart, separating her further and further from the place she called home. Separating her from those she should know as pack, as family.

When the world had lighted itself again, Journey was blessed to be reunited with her kin and found herself reluctant to leave. After all, she had not been quite successful in spreading the name of Northfall, nor growing its flock. Her thread log was just one failed attempt at connection to others, and another, and another…

Perhaps being home would do her some good. So instead of wandering the north, she wandered Northfall. The Watcher having made her way towards the ravine, a place that the blood forest people had cut out for themselves. Along her back was a brown caribou pelt. One taken from those left behind from the hunters as they moved south. To them, probably not fit for trade, but fit well enough for the den of new squirming pups who would end up in the long run making a mess of it.

The north looks good on you. The pale woman smiles deeply as she draws nearer to the other's direction. Raisa's stocky build, likely half built by a layer of immense fluff, topped with that curly tail… well, in all honestly her lineage made her look like a stripped husky in Journey's eyes, which meant she looked exactly where she was meant to be. I am afraid we have not properly met. I am Journey of the Stormborn, one of Wardruna's younger siblings. The last remaining of a small litter, one which was more like a scar on the great late king's reputation. Alas, all those a part of such a union and all those who equally opposed it seemed gone with the wind now.

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I have lived in many places, seen many things… She murmurs there after Raisa's words. The cool wind stirred around them as the sun warmed their backs. But it's the north I will forever call home. She takes in a deep breath of the air as she says it. Here, the crisp wind mingled heavy with salt. Her own little cavern on the coastal rocks was not much further south from here.

A huntress? Ginger ears now perked, I am Ambassador of Northfall now. Although she felt she hadn't been so far all that very good at it. Agrippina has taken much of my position with our guests since. Keeping the visitors dens tidy, meet and greet, guiding new members and all that. When I'm in the territory now I spend time on seasoning and drying meats and tanning pelts. I imagine while your out hunting and I'm back ’chefing’ we might run into one another often. Oh-! Speaking of pelts….

In her rambling she had nearly forgotten. Arching her head around, she pulled the brown caribou pelt from her backside and held it up for Raisa to see. Furr yuuurrr…! She explained through a muffled mouth of fur.

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It would have been nice to have a traveling partner, Journey thought, even if they were not a member of Northfall themselves. While it seemed the world of Mythris was at her paws, it had actually at times felt like a lonely job to hold. Journey had met many, had seen many places, but her encounters were brief and none as of yet had anything which stuck - whether it be a new member to the pack, a friend or even a frequenting lover.

Many days Journey had hunted by herself and so, as a line wolf, failed and went hungry. Many nights she slept alone, cold and weary of less friendly folk.

It was good to be home for awhile.

Raisa spoke of having met the red Roman woman and Journey thought she would make certain to visit her (which she does) before she heads out again. That is good to hear.

Yes, you. A laughter escaped the young woman's jaws and she came in close and around Raisa's side so she could help her position the pelt evenly over her backside. Examining that it looked fitting on the woman. It will need some working done to it. Sitting in the cold and snow too long has stiffened it a bit. She spoke as her paws worked to smooth down its edges as she leaned back on her hind legs.

A look of shock touched Journey at Raisa's admittance, yet her face quickly softened at the embarrassed feeling which Raisa tried to quickly move past. Never?? Not even little gifts from her parents or siblings in growth? Or from her subordinates whilst she reigned? Journey would fight the frown, yet it was a sad thing to hear. Maybe she just had forgotten perhaps a little gift in her younger months?

I hope you remember me by it then. Journey smiles, lifting back to four legs once more and taking a step back so that she might see the old caribou hide on the woman's back. This one Journey had only found and it was older and brown. Journey would make a note to one day find a skin which matched her darker coat or even was pale to highlight her face and undersides. Maybe it wouldn't be quite as divine as the black bear pelt her father had given Amaranth, but it would certainly be better!

I admit, doing it without hands is quite, difficult. I would have never of managed had I not remembered in times past… Surely she sounded insane, but no matter- But of course I will teach you what I know! There is a trader (@Elk Charm) which Wardruna had received a pelt or two from who visits from time to time. Hers are far better than my own I feel. I don't quite know how she does it!