[RUMOR] Quiet

[Arcane]

Ieyak and her pack have not attacked again, as fall gives way to winter, but the holders remain on edge and Fort Weyr continues to send patrols, to ease the local holders' concerns if nothing else.

[Windra]

Scrappith was happy to volunteer for patrol, given nothing else was happening. He was beyond pent up and frustrated due to the inhibition imposed upon him by himself during the encounter. Now he really just wanted to wipe the floor with them. His rolling red eyes as he surveyed the woodlands and plains from far above might serve to instill some confidence that a hard-lined garnet would swoop down for the kill if given the chance.

Sh'ggy was not so happy about being 'voluntold' for the position, but he wasn't about to object and earn Scrappith's ire. The garnet had been his own mood for a while now. His rider absolutely shrunk under his glare. "Like, I don't see anything over here Scrap. Round back?"

We will resume our current trajectory, he snapped back. A sulfuric scent hung heavily from his maw and the firestone sack was certainly lighter than it should have been.

Scoob was their escort, flying ahead of them mostly to keep out of reach from Scrappith's vengeance.