subjected to whims - open; coalition

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DO YOU MIND IF I WILD OUT

AUBERON -- MASC/NONB. -- THE FROSTBLOWN -- SAGE -- MEDIUM DIFFICULTY

The leopardess Kingpin of the Coalition wouldn't have to wait long for the Sage of the Frostblown to show himself, great beast of an akhlut emerging alone from the mountainous scape. Dual eyes of yellow and green shade would search surroundings, brought forth by a scent he had yet to discover. His predecessor, Baalal, had left in their letter, an address of an alliance with a group of selective interest within range of their territory. Discussed had been their alliance, though he had yet to have seen tail or hair of the others.

Much could be said of them for not visiting such an ally - he had little clue of the other group except for the little left in their letter. For that point, both leaders may seem to be on a common standpoint with what they knew of the other.

Across his gaze feel Sojourn, her scent tickling his nose as the hulking six foot tall and fifteen foot long beast paused on his side of the border. She looked comfortable, he couldn't blame her, the mountains were also home to him. The terrain would have been nicer in a different time, before the flashflood had laid wreckage to his home. An amused sound would leave him as he cleared his throat, "Good day to you. You're at the border of The Frostblown. Is there anything I can help you with, Madam?" kindness first, she seemed an interesting woman.

#psychosocial.