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Anyone! A leader or someone high-ranked would of course be convenient, but I'm not picky 
Business with Inferni had proved fruitful. His satchels were somewhat less weighty, and he had gained an interesting connection, and new knowledge that was surely invaluable. Marking Nayati's fur for the Master rank had not been a problem; keeping such lush, white fur clean was much worse, truly. But Liliana's had proved a real challenge, and Dawali was glad, now, that he knew more of dyes and the art of dying, both fur and skins. He already knew how to dye something red, but that was all, too. And some new recipes for potent dyes, as well! It was magnificent, and he felt himself itch to get home already. However, there were still many faces to meet, and they were closing in on the new pack now, it seemed. The unfamiliar, but unmistakable scent of claimed land settled with ease in his nostrils, and he signaled the mare to halt and continue in another direction. He was close to their borders, and continued alongside them for a little while, trying to get some kind of a glimpse of their territory. They were new, true, but he did not fear them, nor did he feel the need to be as cautious as he had been with Inferni. As far as he knew, both Attila and Tayui resided here, and this was the sole reason why Dawali did not hesitate. Still, he was not so bold as to simply step across the border; no, he would retreat a little distance from where he now knew the border to go, and wait there, patiently. This place was not the place to call for attention, for it might very well not be Attila or Tayui who greeted him.
As he unpacked a rug to sit on and fastened Belle to a nearby tree, giving her something to snack on while they waited, Dawali could not stop himself from wondering which faces had taken to live here. The area certainly smelled particular, with a mind to the fauna itself. It was heavily mountainous, and not something he was used to at all. Luckily, his mount did not seem to mind it, and the areas where the border ran seemed pleasant enough. He was not blind, though; he could see the mountain ahead and inward to the heart of their territories. Who would live there? He had always been taught not to trust a mountain with your family. They were powerful, but treacherous, and they could fall and crush you whenever they saw fit. They were great powers of nature, mountains, and the bigger they were, the more uneasy the Chief felt in their shadow. Fingers moved diligently at the rug he had brought along to finish weaving on his travels, though his mind was elsewhere. Every so often, he would glance upwards, feeling the stare of the mountain as if it threatened him directly, and shudder ever so slightly.