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"We've all had a good rest, lets eat whats left of the meat and head out. Going south sounds like the best choice."

Noticing Subliminal had come out of hiding she looked to him. "Are you going to be travailing with us this time?"

She waited for everyone to get ready to move out.

Ember looked to Crescent, he seemed all alone over there. Well I might as well try to make friends, she thought to herself. Getting up she padded her way over to the pile of meat and brought and good sized piece over to Crescent, and sat down next to him. "Hey I'm Ember, I saw that you didn't eat much last night, and it doesn't look like you ate much at all last night." Her fur rippled a little, as her blood got a little agitated being close to someone else. Clam down Ember your not enclosed in a small space. She was glad they were going in the direction of the elk, instead of the caves, she was a little nervous when she heard about the idea.

Frostridge felt an urge to move, new energy cascading through her limbs after a solid meal. With confidence born of one assured of her capabilities, she strode up to the large dark male who seemed to have taken charge as a leader as well as Red-Fur.

She had to at least try a warning of what would probably await them outside the shelter of this struggling sanctuary they had found. "Bad-Flesh bloods. Bad..." she stood up on her back legs, hunching her shoulders and forelegs in a rather dorky pantomime of the Brute class that had attacked them earlier. Had to make them understand how the Altered now held sway over much of the Corrupted lands beyond. "Big. Strong! Dangerous." Now she crept along the ground, as if sneaking. "Avoid. No fight. No eat. Avoid." she repeated the word twice to make sure it was clear how dangerous their foes would be, especially with not all recovered to full strength.

Then she smoothed a patch of earth with a fore paw and spat upon it, giving it a distinct oily, unnatural appearance. "Bad-Ground. No walk. Dangerous. Change, Bad-Flesh blood." She was increasingly frustrated with her inability to explain that even the very earth they trod could become a danger over time, if it had been deeply corrupted.

Well, she had tried her best to explain. She gazed at Red and Streaked one helplessly, then closed her eyes in self-exasperation. Finally she opened them again, and nodded toward her chest. "I go, front. Look, smell, danger. Protect, brothers. You, brothers." She was offering to go ahead of them on their journey and scout ahead, being well acquainted with dealing with the Altered and Corrupted ground, to try to help keep them from harm.

There were many dangers she had been told of by her human, or encountered personally on her lonely trek Frost may not have been the best hunter or speaker, or the best at dealing with the long-ears and tree-heads, but at least that was something she knew.

Having been given permission by her leader, she gave a nod; then the air seemed to shimmer and she vanished from sight as if she had been nothing but a ghost- only a slight-tell tale shimmer of air and the slowly disappearing scent gave any indication she was standing there.

Taking off at a steady gait, her nose pointed to the south as she assessed the ground they would have to travel. Having a child would only increase the difficulty, save for the fact that he was still young enough to be carried.

She came back to the rough terrain that hid the precious lake and reviving white barked trees... Frost felt some longing, and made a decision to plot a course around it; let it remain hidden awhile longer. She made a deep scratch in the earth, an arrow pointing to a far gentler slope leading up and away into the mountainous crag of rock towards the south.

It was difficult, as she leaped across the narrow crevasses and wormed her way past the jagged spires of stone, but not impossible. Up here, it was far less likely they would encounter Altered- She continued working up the mountain, till it finally plateaued, leaving a easier, flat stretch of land far above ground level. She left another scratch in the dirt as a marker.

As she trotted onward, she began to contemplate all that had occured. It felt good to have some sort of purpose again, flooding her with will- Nothing seemed out of the question, the air was free from the smell of danger. She allowed herself to feel at ease till after an hour or two she came to the ledge leading back down the other side.

Wasteland, barren and lifeless stretched before her as far as she could see- The sheer multitude of brown lands made her heart feel intimidated. Their journey was surely going to be difficult. And the way down was hard- she picked a small lane down the sheer walls- One misstep would send her tumbling to her death, but there were no alternatives.

Finally after another hour or three, she reached the bottom. There was dead grass here, and little scent of anything save dry, dusty earth. With a sigh, she settled herself, debating whether to wait, or go back.