(It’ll probably only take them a little less than a day to get to the border, even if we say they were somewhat close to it.)
(Badlands)
Arran grimaced, allowing Cragan to run ahead. “Lax.. sure.” He knew the young tyrant couldn’t hear him, but he followed more slowly, gradually quickening his pace to keep up with Cragan.
Maybe it was a bad idea to bring him? Arran got along well with the young tyrant, but he honestly didn’t think Cragan would be too welcoming of his idea.
However.. the thunder was probably going to follow the herds during the hunt, which would most likely move them away from the wetlander’s borders.
This was the closest he was going to get to an easy visit. Arran just hoped she wasn’t too deep in her territory.
They’d never quite figured out a way to let each other know when to meet,
but.. there was a place he knew he might find her if not anywhere else.
A huge, nearly dead tree near the border. Where they first met.
He always went there first when visiting, and loathed to intrude on the wetlander’s territory in search of her. He’d already been run off twice and didn’t want to be run off again.