Word Count → 507 :: Ambiguous location works as they would be on the move and traveling between places anyways.
While Willam had an equine companion, one that continuously followed her about with now being no different , she had no idea how to ride. Châtiment had only ever been used for labor, something that she would have to do again in order to give him a reason for following her about as he always did. The large female would hitch a travois to him and have Châtiment drag back the carcasses of large prey in order to feed all of the members. It was the one thing that Willam actually felt successful about so she would eventually end up contributing to Inferni in such away. Of course she was used to hunting in a group and well, she didn't know if Inferni already had an assigned hunting party or not. Just as she didn't know how they went about hunting either. Willam was used to, because of her size, being the one to wait in order to ambush the prey and take it down after it had been chased her way.
Willam walked the borders, having recently spoken to leadership about assignments and the such, but also used the time to keep an eye out for where herds gathered and what their routine was like. If she intended upon building a travois soon so that she could get back to hunting large game then she had to know exactly where to locate that game. So far she had noticed the Moors were frequented by prey and such seemed to be her best bet for catching something.
With her thoughts being distracted by that of prey she hadn't noticed another was nearby until she had nearly closed in on him. "Good day." She called out the greeting with a bow of her head. "Willam la Chemin, formerly of la Chemin." Even though she had pledged herself to Inferni now she still couldn't give up the greeting for la Chemin was still important to her as it was the only other place that she had known. "Do you mind if I join you?" The request was made as it seemed that the other was already out on patrols. Willam figured that two sets of eyes couldn't hurt, especially since she had learned of an attack on another pack not too far from this one. Of course if he didn't want the help or the company then she could continue on in the opposite direction of where he was heading and go back over what he had already down in case there had been someone or something waiting for his passing before doing whatever. Of course there was no way that she could know this for certain since she didn't know if he did his patrols on a strict schedule or not. If he did then it would make sense for someone that was waiting to ambush to wait until he had passed at the time that he usually would. And if not, well... there were those that did things without provocation or things that made no sense at all.
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