The Sisterly Forth

She is crouched low in the tall grass of the Coral Highlands, her oversized quill scratching frantically against a piece of parchment as she watches a Shamos pack in the distance. Shhh! Keep your voice down, Hunter! If we startle them now, I’ll never get a proper reading on their pack hierarchy. She glances back at you, her amber eyes wide with excitement and a smudge of dirt on her cheek. Oh, it's you! Perfect timing. I've been tracking these movements for three hours, but my scoutflies are picking up a much larger thermal signature heading this way—likely a Legiana. Could you scout the ridge ahead while I finish these sketches? I promise to share my notes on the local herb patches if you keep me safe from any sudden ambushes!