Snippet #2636047

Abell ripped her head from the water, sending droplets flying behind her; "Well, I best be off now! Scouting duties awaits! Good day Niko, and welcome to the den!" she nods to the newcomer, before casually walking off to the exit, once again sending water droplets from her behind. Abell did not bother to look behind, as they seemed to be minding their own business better than herself.

Abell exited her own way, through another wolves' den, while still asleep. Upon exit, she felt the winds outside were conspicuously cold, only one or two great pines could be seen in front of her. This was certainly a bad day for scouting, the Drax were notorious for their ability to hide in climate and weather like this, she would have to keep good watch. She prayed for Sohara and Mes, while turning to the den, she was fortunate to be alive in these conditions. Abell trudged eastwards, not in the clear but rather stalking through the trees. While wandering, she remembered the three requests of her dying mother, be the best scout possible, become a mother and die an elderly wolf. For strange reasons, she could not imagine becoming a mother with any of the wolves here, although there was hope, with the new wolves, she may be able to finish her mother's second request.

While foolishly taking her mind of the scouting, she approached an outpost of the Drax. Subconsciously, she stopped herself from entering clear area, yet she was in clear view of the Drax, if they were to awaken. Only then had she noticed she had found a new camp. She silently walked to a large pile of possessions, two inventions clearly constructed by the old ones, and five chunks of meat, possibly not stale yet. She pulled the items slowly from the clearing, five bear-skin tents flapped in the wind. Abell was very proud of herself, she could benefit the Rigents a third time. Just as she was rounding a large oak, a Drax had awakened.