Description
Many steps they've traveled from Chandor's lands. The journey has been long and taxing, weary on their paws and hearts. It was not as perfect as it was meant to be, but such things happen that way. Winter struck perilously hard, delaying them far more than expected. As spring melted its way into the Domain they trudged through mire to find the packs of the east. And now, as summer peaks, the wind brings the whisper of darkness ahead. More than once have they found rotting carcasses and strange prints... but what band of loners shows up everywhere? Something's wrong. Home calls...
Dayanara (c) smimley
Navindru (c) Zoketi