Scouts had found new natural expansion several days away from the Ember Claws settlement, with many kinds of trees and plants people hadn't seen before or not since before the cataclysm, depending on which they had been born with. Nerolia had also heard about sighting of some veernas whose leather required lots of work but was among the longest-lasting option.

This held a lot of potential for the Clan, for healing, tailoring and leather-working, as well as hunting grounds. It was why the trio heading there for a closer inspection comprised Ashia and Nerolia, as well as Kavan. Truth be told, Nerolia was still adjusting to consider the male as more than useful cattle; but he had been proving himself. When Enjo had picked up a fight with him and dared express inconsiderate thoughts about the Great Sister, he had ended fighting him at once, most of all because of the blatant disrespect towards the Clan Mother's mate. It had impressed Nerolia more than she had thought possible.

Since then, she had been somewhat more benevolent towards him. He was hard-working and she was slowly adjusting to how men were allowed to carve more honorable status among the Ember Claws as they had to smooth cultural differences over. And the Great Sister's influence had been significant over Anjali, who had been raised along with Nerolia in one of the most matriarchal clans of the older days.

This journey would bring its challenges but hopefully rip fruitful rewards for the Ember Claws.

With her pack strapped to her shoulders, and her knives at the ready, she felt power crackle around her as she felt curious and eager to get to their destination. They had left the settlement a few hours and would need a few days to get to the area to explore.