Ulilohi in fact arrived in CD the day before, so she's coming from inside Crimson Dreams.
Such fascinating places. Ulilohi had come to this pack in the hopes of meeting some of their members, showing her face - making sure they got a good impression. She could not help her pack survive if the animosities did. Her spear was ready and pointed, and she hoped to wound it severely with her trips to Crimson Dreams and Cour des Miracles. Another reason was to get to know the leaders better, and to know where they could be found, geographically. She had to answer to them, after all. If she was lucky, she would never have to go here, but she doubted how realistic that scenario was.
This pack was so different from anything she knew. There were human house remnants all over the place, and nobody had huge crops like in AniWaya - not that AniWaya's crops were very impressive. The tobacco plants were pitiful: she would have to sort that out. It was odd that someone like Dawali, a plant-knower, had not been able to grow them better. Ulilohi had yet to experience the winter this far north. The concept of this pack was so very foreign that she found herself walking here and there, studying everything like she would the exotic items in travelers' markets when she was a child: eyes large and a slightly opened mouth. Though, just where she was now, there was just terrain. It wasn't that special, even if it felt exciting to be on another pack's lands. As she walked she could smell that she was nearing their border: their scents intensified in a strong signal to outsiders. Among them was that of a horse, and it was not her own: she had decided to go this distance by foot. She sped up towards the scent's origination, curious. Soon enough, she could recognise the shape as an AniWayan: she carried the scent of the pale woman, she had seen her at the announcement. Ulilohi gave a sharp, wordless greeting shout in her direction before hastening to greet her with a friendly smile. It wasn't as if Ulilohi knew her, but being friendly couldn't hurt in her situation.
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