[ please wait for JAGER to post ]
Ugh, The Cartel had sucked. Everyone had smelled foul, and only one or two of them had properly appreciated Crimea's powers. That wouldn't do. Irritation had flared up in Crimea and they had made the trek from south to north, stepping carefully around that ugly canyon and ending up at a peaceful meadow. They kept on picking places that were almost like the Bleak Wilds. The lack of trees definitely reminded them of where they had grown up. There were more flowers, though. They sniffed at the petals and then sneezed at the pollen they had sucked into their nose, and then turned abruptly to look at Jäger. The Bonded were not supposed to double up in clans, but they already had done it once, so why couldn't they do it again? Neither of them wanted to stay in The Cartel, and so they would probably end up giving The Syndicate some terrible information on it.
It was better to join a clan where they would participate enough in it to actually get information on it. "Second time's the charm." Crimea said brightly, a grin sliding across their muzzle that they quickly shifted to have way too many teeth as part of it. The bird calls trick had been fun at The Cartel's border, but they didn't want to blow out Jäger's ears, so they just paced up and down the border, conjuring up hordes of eyes to slink along their body, roaming from their hindquarters up to their face and back again. They wouldn't be able to miss anyone approaching, that was for sure.