Morana sighed to himself, half armored form halting at the edge of the territory, the bottom of a mountain that he had so cautiously traversed. "Of all the places to go. A goddamn frozen wasteland." he grumbled, cursing Josiah for his request. With new groups cropping up left and right, apparently Josiah wanted to know as much as he could about them. The domestic feline couldn't care for it.

"Anyone live here? Im hoping to join." he called out, forcing his pale mane out of his face and twirling it around his horn. Morana flicked snow away from his feet and sighed, shaking his head. Too cold.