Edith had branched away from Calhoun and Warwick for the day. They'd been making good progress navigating the mountainous region, but something pulled her back to the temperate. She couldn't necessarily put a paw on the inspiration of her solo jaunt, but part of her suspected that it was the High Elk's doing. There was something that he needed to show her, and she would seek whatever it was out.
The territory was underwhelming and seemingly unremarkable or anything to write home about. She paused at the crest of a hill that overlooked the grasslands and surveyed her surroundings. There was a herd not too far off—no more than a half-hour jaunt, but visible due to the lack of trees—and then something that caught her attention: a structure in the distance. She squinted and craned her neck in its direction, trying to make out the shape.
The territory was underwhelming and seemingly unremarkable or anything to write home about. She paused at the crest of a hill that overlooked the grasslands and surveyed her surroundings. There was a herd not too far off—no more than a half-hour jaunt, but visible due to the lack of trees—and then something that caught her attention: a structure in the distance. She squinted and craned her neck in its direction, trying to make out the shape.
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