Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=55974&page=278#2780 Author: Limor Time Posted: 3/3/2019 at 8:56 PM Tally and Anisha are joking around and playing, seeming to have devised a game to play with two of the fox pups.

(( Kits********* lol sorry



She looked for the fox mother. (( Forgot her name again ))

fox-mother-name-i-too-forgot is cleaning her youngest kit, Stroma your pretty sure, who isn't playing with Anisha and Tally.

You are a two-year-old wolf. You left your pack after you came of age and with best wishes from your previous pack mates you set off to find a mate and start a pack. Now you have reached new territory and you have to make a life of your own somewhere there. As you take in your surroundings you must make a choice of what to do.

Mael knows that he will need to find a good shelter with water and prey nearby first, If he doesn't find a good territory first, he won't have a solid foundation to build his pack, so he sets off to find the perfect home.

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=55974&page=279#2782 Author: Limor Time Posted: 3/3/2019 at 9:15 PM fox-mother-name-i-too-forgot is cleaning her youngest kit, Stroma your pretty sure, who isn't playing with Anisha and Tally.

She yawned and looked to where the prey pile was.

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=55974&page=278#2779 Author: Limor Time Posted: 3/3/2019 at 8:35 PM You manage too

I sit up and look around.

Around you the mountains are cold, you feel a slight tinge of regret for traversing the mountains in the cold but you knew the opportunities for wondrous camps were great up here. Around you the wind is blowing only slightly, not chilling you to the bone as it very much could have.

There was a deer haunch, three squirrels, and a rabbit on the prey pile.

Link: https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=55974&page=279#2787 Author: Limor Time Posted: 3/4/2019 at 9:02 PM There was a deer haunch, three squirrels, and a rabbit on the prey pile.

She sighed, standing up. ``I'm going hunting!`` She called to Tally.

Still nothing of interest

Around you the mountains are cold, you feel a slight tinge of regret for traversing the mountains in the cold but you knew the opportunities for wondrous camps were great up here. Around you the wind is blowing only slightly, not chilling you to the bone as it very much could have.

Mael looks for someplace warm and sheltered from the wind, a cave close to a stream would be ideal if he can find one big enough that isn't already occupied by something bigger.